Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 213

Chapter 213

I floated suspended in this blissful darkness for what felt like hours. Nothing could touch me here.

Not the weight of exhaustion pulling me down or the agony squeezing at my muscles and bones.

It was a reprieve, but one thing about reprieves is that they never last too long.

At first, it started in small flashes. An explosion of light here and there, a flicker of pain, a whisper of voices just outside my minds reach.

Eventually, those flashes became longer and more drawn out.

The light became blinding, tinted with colors and shapes that moved. Voices took form, names flashing in my memory as I began to recognize them.

Each time I gathered the strength to open my eyes, it was sucked away by some

intangible force. With each sensation that returned, my least favorite was my dry throat.

I couldn’t seem to keep my eyes open for long enough to drink anything, but what I wanted most was some damn blood. A few times I swore I saw the outline of

Asher’s face, always hovering over me, silently protecting me from any and everything.

When I gathered the strength to keep my eyes open for more than a few seconds, the first thing I latched onto was a feminine voice.

It’s high pitch and friendly tone struck my memory at its core and dredged up a familiar name.

Cassidy.

Asher’s voice was thrown into the mix, tight with unease that twisted my empty stomach into knots.

It rumbled miserably, as if it knew I dared to think about it.

“What’s going on?” I asked, but my mouth was so dry it came out as a crusty groan.

Asher was at my side before I could blink, moving so fast it startled me, but I was too weak to react.

His hands roamed my arms, shoulders, and finally, my face.

Each caress of his calloused hands was unbearably soft, bringing on such gentle sparks that my eyelids fluttered, and the darkness reached out with loving hands to suck me back in.

Thankfully, he pulled away before I could pass out again and promptly shoved something small and skinny into my mouth.

Without knowing what it was my throat worked to pull. When the taste of blood hit my tongue, rich and tangy, all thought was lost. I kept going until the winded.

straw sputtered and ran dry, but I wasn’t nearly full.

“What’s going on?” I asked again.

This time my words weren’t garbled nonsense. Cassidy hovered nearby; her shoulders lax with relief.

“What do you remember last?” Asher asked, clasping our hands together.

My heart began to flutter when he pressed my hand to his lips and waited for my response.

A dull ache spread across my forehead as I followed the dwindling breadcrumbs in my memory that led me back to what happened before the darkness held me in it’s grasp.

“Um, I remember going to the safe haven and meeting Tristan’s mother.

I sort of remember using magic to protect the land, but that’s where things get hazy.” I admitted.

“You did, you protected everyone. There’s now a force field over the entire safe haven, but you didn’t stop there.

You fixed all of the damage the witches had done. Every house, every car, the sidewalk …even the streets look brand new.” He exhaled, shoulders stiff and rigid.

There was amazement in his voice, but his expression was pinched.

Those eyes of his I adored so much were shuttered with worry.

“That doesn’t explain why I’m now lying -in bed back at home.”

I pointed out, lazily looking around our bedroom. “Wait a second. I passed out, didn’t I?”

Asher lifted his head, nodding slowly.

You did. You’ve been out of it for four days now.”

My heart just about seized in my chest.

“Four days?!”

and Rowena

but Rowena was certain you passed out from overextending

the crease in between

is safe, but something

feverish way they spoke to one another before I managed to

his lips, but it was Cassidy that spoke

just worried about his brother, even

lightly, an understanding smile curling at

the window and the perfectly creased workout clothes she had on,

bag rested on the floor, the chord of

heard from him. He asks for a leadership position, then pulls this stunt. It doesn’t make

four days?” I frowned, my eyes darting

head,

told Asher, already. Brandon stopped by to see if I

the witches and wanted to kick back and

something about near death experiences and wanting

told him I wasn’t interested.” She snorted, then placed

the first time he’s gone off on a bender. Hell, you remember when he met that Cuban

eyebrow at Asher, her lips tilting in a smirk that made me wonder exactly what Brandon had

amused but

I remember.” He

on a weeklong sex- induced bender with this chick and

me the same amused look

Brandon would

in and let

his expression, my eyebrows inching

there was one thing he cared about it was his

hasn’t called this time?”

hasn’t even sent a text.” Asher

her hands on her hips

for the rest of his life if he could see the two of you worrying like a pair of

tone when she turned

you’ve been under a huge deal of stress lately, but maybe you’re being just a touch

is, and you know that sooner or later, he

him the rest of the week, and then we can start sending out search

right.” Asher grunted,

across the bond and

it over

or I’ll be late for

too hard and lost his phone in the toilet again.” She snorted, shaking her head

glad you’re finally awake,

you, but I’ll let Chris know you’re doing alright.

I shouted our goodbye’s as she left, but our eyes were

front door slammed

lap, enveloped

was settled against his chest, snaking his arms around my

hair and

think about this?”

through my lashes. ” Are you talking about your brother or the

“My brother.”

your gut. A big part of

hasn’t led you wrong yet. So, what’s your gut

few long

me that something isn’t

fill his eyes swirling

on his forehead returned, I placed my fingers

into

tried to open myself to whatever

in through the balcony doors

of the forest and soil. To anyone else, it would’ve been

unbridled sunlight streaming through the windows, beautiful if not for the tightness

too long and

I replied, squirming until Asher loosened his hold enough for me to stare

of the warriors on high

down. The only ones going in

feeling continued to grow, and fear quickly followed in

was no way I was going to sit here and stew in it. Not

it wasn’t my growing determination that forced me onto my feet, then it was the fact that my

hips, hovering

get some damn answers. Are you in?” I asked him,

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