Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 191

The moment my eyes opened; I regretted every single decision I’d ever made that led me to this point in time.

Everything hurt.

“F*****g h**l.” I tried to groan, but my tongue stuck to the inside of my cheek.

Clutching my head, I tried to turn over. Sharp, pulsating pain left my nerve endings blistered and raw. I swore I could feel my skull rattling in my head like it was full of rocks. Something was blocking me from moving, and that something immediately stoked my anger, not that there was anything I could do given my current condition.

The second time I tried to pry my eyes open, I felt tears drizzle down my cheeks. What light surrounded me b****d and made the migraine I had much worse. I was surrounded by a mass of color that moved and twitched. It carried the scents of Asher and Zeke, but they weren’t the only ones I recognized.

“Let me up. Goddess, is there a boulder on top of me or something?” I snarled, my mouth bone dry.

In the background, someone chuckled. I’m pretty sure it was Zeke, or possibly even Mason. That didn’t make much sense though considering Zeke said Clara and Mason wouldn’t be back for another hour or two.

“Good to know she’s not fatally wounded.” Someone chuckled.

This time I was certain, that laugh belonged to Mason. It was full of warmth, even if it sounded strained and tainted with worry.

Zeke’s voice appeared much too close to my ear. “That boulder you’re talking about is your mate.”

I snarled at the two of them, lifting my arms to shove Asher away, but it felt like my limbs had been injected with lead. There was something soft beneath me. A bed, I assumed. I felt it shift as the immoveable presence keeping me in place drifted away. Rolling onto my side helped lessen the throb in my head but did nothing to help me open my eyes.

Slowly, something grazed my forehead. It was both soft and rough, but the immediate rush of sparks told me exactly who was touching me. His voice filled my mind, but it was hazy and muffled, lingering around the edges of my migraine without managing to break through. The feel of my mate close by did help ease the pain, but it still took several minutes before I was able to keep my eyes open.

I mumbled, s********g down another mouthful

in human form, then shifted and bounded through the woods for another seven hours. Using my magic unintentionally never once felt like this. If this was

away, along with the curious eyes of Zeke, Mason, and Clara. Even my worries didn’t dare stand a chance, vanishing one by one until only the hum of

the pain already dimming. “Ugh, I love

soft smiles he reserved for my eyes alone. He must’ve been shaken up if he were looking

you as well,

Mason, each one with a look of curiosity on their faces. Turning onto my side, I felt the stiffness of the cot beneath my shoulder, and realized we were all packed inside the holding cell. I blinked at the four of them, Asher included. Every muscle in my body

stretching out my arms and wincing. “It feels like I just lifted a c**p

and shook her head. The jungle of curls tumbling down her shoulders

me for answers. Just cause I’m a witch don’t mean I know what’s going on with her. And I’ll

good job of hiding his irritation.

I shot up out of the cot, nearly toppling over the second I landed on two feet. “I

trying to get to the two-sided glass across the cell. He steered me to where l needed to go, his hands skimming down my torso before landing on my hips. His hands were hot against my b**e skin, a fact I had to force myself

minute I saw the patch of b**e skin on my neck, I squealed with

with my

a type of magic capable of removing a mark, vampire or otherwise. You said you made it go away just by thinking about it?” Clara questioned, her hands still on her hips, but her expression

wasn’t to tell Clara to mind her business. He seemed much less hostile towards the witch this time around, making me wonder what exactly happened to them all during

said, his eyes softening as he

eyebrows crawling up my

“You trust her?”

witch village.” She snorted, narrowing her eyes at Asher. “Took long enough for him to believe me when I said I had no interest in killin’ his mate. Guess I

returned her glare, “The type of magic I have is called Conjuration. It runs in my family, and its existence is kept a secret for the most part.

she forced them together, her expression one of disbelief but it wasn’t long lasting. She made a sound of surprise and mumbled, ” Remind me not to go pissing you