Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 193

It took Asher some convincing to leave the holding cell. The last thing he wanted to do was have another episode and wind up hurting somebody. The two of us planned on speaking to Cordelia and Rowena together.

I’d bite the bullet and give Cordelia her spell book back, while also apologizing for stealing it, even if it had been unintentionally, and Asher would have Rowena check him over a second time for any hint of magic or spell work.

We had a few hours to k**l considering Rowena was currently with Holly for their training session, which gave me plenty of time to swing by the house to grab the spell book and to do something that returned just a shred of normalcy to my life.

It had been days since I’d last stepped foot in a training class, and I was honestly beginning to miss sparring and testing out my skills. There was a comfort with training one couldn’t get in the real world. I didn’t have to think about losing my life on the mats, or whether or not my opponent was out to k**l me. Plus, it gave me the perfect opportunity to check up on Cassidy, who had been blowing my phone up since Tristan and I slipped out of the pack’s boundary lines.

Asher dropped me off at training and went to see his parents. They were freaking out, and rightfully so, over everything that had happened to the two of us. It didn’t help that Brandon had been the one to tell them, and undoubtedly added his own embellishments to the story, which was a mess Asher was eager to clear up.

When I plopped down beside Cassidy, I thought my eardrums might burst with how loudly she squealed.

“Lola! Thank the Goddess you’re alright.” She exclaimed, slapping a hand against her sports-bra covered chest. She blinked rapidly, her baby blues bright with relief. Lowering her voice, even though all eyes and ears were turned our way, she murmured quietly. “I was debating organizing a rescue team to go after you. Spearheaded by me, of course.”

I laughed at her dramatics, already settling into the illusion of the routine I’d once had.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t. Things were chaotic and dangerous for awhile there, for Asher too, unfortunately. We’re both safe and sound, though.”

Cassidy glanced around the room almost warily, skewering all of the eavesdroppers with a cold look that had them turning back to their own conversations. She chewed on her lower lip, her nervousness bleeding through her every move. I went to put my hair into a ponytail but found I didn’t have a hair tie. As many fights as I end up getting into, you’d think I’d have one on me constantly.

“For now though, right? Everyone’s been talking about it…you know, Asher’s victory. Tensions are rising, and I’m not talking about just inside the pack.” She whispered, “Bringing another pack into the fold, especially one that tried to stand against us, might put us all in more danger.”

“Asher wouldn’t do anything to put the people here in harms way, but he’s also going to do his duty to Bran’s former pack and take care of them, as well. Like the humans say, things get worse before they get better.” I sighed, gratefully accepting the hair tie Cassidy offered. Once my hair was out of the way and no longer tumbling down my back, I began stretching.

help?” Cassidy asked, mirroring my movements, and bending to the side

few seconds before switching legs.

it’s silly, and things are far from okay, but I keep feeling like the world is just tilting under my feet and

was Cassidy’s turn to go quiet, and she stayed that way up until Emilia waltzed into the room. When the trainer took her position at

us all split into groups and begin sparring, which meant Cassidy and l were paired together. We circled one another, not yet throwing any jabs even though some

her, taken off

at me, swatting my shoulder playfully. Her golden ponytail swayed as she danced on the b***s of her feet. “You’ve never been to an event hosted by yours truly, have

said. “Unless something else horrible happens, which I’m

coming and I’ll handle everything else. Oh, and the sleepover portion is no guys allowed,

sleepover cook out it is.” I nodded, a smile of my own forming as I

cookout tonight, along with a heads up that she was going to drop by my place to set things up in just a couple hours. I didn’t

for contacting that trainer of yours. He accepted the job here and caught the first flight available.” She said warmly, her eyes the same bright shade of umber as her curly hair. Noticing my surprised expression, some of her joy

note of panic in her voice and shook my head. “No, don’t worry. I’m sorry, I’ve just had so much going on that I forgot I’d asked

away, she came off as friendly and approachable. “That’s a relief. Your grandma must’ve gotten through to him somehow. All I know is

some time off. With what’s going on in the world, we should spend all the time

do the same, Luna.” Emilia said, her expression

and seemed considerably less stressed since talking to his parents. Apparently, it had all gone well. His parents were looped in on what

not too long ago to check up on me, curious about how I had removed Tristan’s mark. He let me know that Breyona had holed herself up in the bedroom and refused to see anyone or eat anything. I understood her grief

might invite my parents. What do you think?” Asher asked, squeezing my t***h with his

while you’re at it, Sean, and Mason too. I think

as well?” He commented, to which I nodded a second time. I’d have to ask him about the Mason and Clara development later. “Any ideas on