Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 189

I softened my voice, knowing he’d hate it, but it was all I could think to do.

“You scared me for a minute there. When you came into the bedroom, you weren’t yourself. It was like your wolf had taken over, but there was something wrong with him. I know he’d never, ever hurt me, but this was different. You were both different.” I explained, glancing at the two-way mirror where I knew Zeke was currently watching.

Asher went still, his muscles growing taut where he sat against the wall. He closed his eyes and turned his face away from me.

“I forced myself onto you, didn’t I?” His voice dipped low, laced with rage and disgust.

“No, not exactly.” I shook my head, placing my hand on his arm.

With his lip curling, he pulled away from my touch. I tried not to let it get to me, but rejection stung in my heart like a shard of glass. Anger had me reaction, along with frustration for everything we’d been through. There was no way in hell I’d let him beat himself up over this. This, of all the things we’d endured together, would not be what caused us to drift apart.

Snarling softly, I pushed off the cot and slid onto his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist. The feel of his solid form, a wall of muscle against my soft skin, lit my insides and filled me with a comforting warmth. It took concentration not to let my mind stray to the fact that he was naked, or that he’d been the only one not to finish earlier.

“Look at me, Asher.” I demanded, placing my hand against his cheek, feeling the rough stubble beneath my fingertips. “There’s so much more to this than you know.”

He turned and looked at me, his eyes guarded and closed off in the way that I hated so much.

“Is there? I felt your fear, and I liked it. Zeke and Brandon had to pull me off of you, didn’t they?”

“The only time I was afraid was when I realized you were going to hurt me.” I retorted, my voice sharpening at the disgust that tinged his words. “You wanted death and blood, but somehow that changed, and you started wanting…something else. I only fought because when I looked down our bond, your wolf had completely taken over. Whatever caused it to take over also made it feral. When you started…doing things to me, I quickly stopped fighting.”

I had to force the last bit through gritted teeth, glaring at Asher as my face turned beet-red. He’d better not force me to elaborate any further, because if he needed me to spell it out for him, I’d definitely die of embarrassment. Just then, Zeke’s voice chimed in on the speakers, deepening my blush until I contemplated never leaving this cell.

“Trust me, man. You uh, you weren’t hurting her…” He said, chuckling lightly. “Brandon and I did have to pull you off to get you into the cell, which we only did because you’d gone feral and spent the last six hours as a wolf sprinting through the woods on a one-man mission to get back here. I think what’s more pressing is why this happened and what made you come all the way back here.”

Some of the ire faded from Asher’s eyes, but there was still a note of disbelief that lingered. I sighed quietly and opened my mind to him, replaying the events in my head from the moment he’d placed his hand over my mouth, up until his brother and best-friend barged into the bedroom.

Asher watched the memory to its conclusion, hearing every one of my thoughts and feeling the rush of sensations that overtook me. Trapped beneath me, I felt his cock stir and watched as his eyes darkened, swirling with flecks of glittering gold.

‘You little liar…’ His raspy voice trailed across the bond, flowing through the mind-link. ‘I did force myself on you, what you didn’t mention is how much you enjoyed it.’

his voice, clearing my throat

through that fact myself. Maybe we can revisit that part at a later time. ‘ I replied, flushing as I looked

place. His hands found

me, we will. Once we’ve figured out what happened to make my wolf go

the cell door slid open, and Zeke’s head appeared around the thick metal. His eyebrow was already raised, and his lips twitched as he took in Asher

more reminders my sex life is severely lacking. Seeing as I no longer have to worry about my closest

twisted into a grimace. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I could go feral again

magic is involved, then it’s because of something recent. Once we figure out what triggered it, we can find the cause.” Zeke shrugged, “Until then, this pack needs

was silent. Seconds passed and just when I thought he’d refuse a second

triggered it.” He stated, not a hint of doubt in his voice. “I heard her scream for help, and something just

his head,

yeah.” I nodded,

hours away with

on. With little more than a huff, I pushed myself off Asher’s lap and held out my hand. He was a bit

Tristan and I left the pack in search of the Vampire’s Bridgette had told us about. Leaving no stone unturned, I recounted everything, from the

story, Asher’s snarl split

out, his eyes flaring, and jaw clenched. Seeing the look of worry on Zeke and I’s faces, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “It’s alright, I’m in control. The witch said you made Breyona into

in, reluctantly dragging his eyes away from Asher. “Don’t you have to make deals with them to get

I think it’s the witch side of my family that’s allowing me to do this,

The spine of the book had the same design and was free of any words that might allude to what’s inside. Asher’s

continued to weigh on him and provoke his protective nature, only now he had to swallow the fact that he himself had almost

edges dipped in a gold paint that mirrored the cover and spine. The first fifty pages were nothing but

Asher murmured, tilting the book towards himself to read some of

back thousands of years. Look at that, this is from the 14th century. See how many of them died in Europe? Cause of death says ‘sickness. ‘ That has to be talking about the Black Death.

paused, craning our heads to look up at Zeke at the same time. Seeing the expression on both

right, I can be

managed to coax a chuckle out of Asher, lessening the severe

Starting at the earliest point in history was a family tree. There were some dead ends where the names were scratched out or erased

of