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 was certain you passed out from overextending

hoping to alleviate his grimace. When the crease in between his eyebrows

but something else is going on,

feverish way they spoke to one another

his lips, but it was

just worried about his brother, even though there’s no reason

smile curling at her

through the window and the perfectly creased workout clothes she had on, I assumed she was on her way to training when

gym bag rested on the floor, the chord of her headphones hanging out the

I’ve heard from him. He asks for a leadership position, then pulls this stunt.

I frowned, my eyes darting between the two of

shook her head, her blonde

already. Brandon stopped by to see if I wanted to go to some

the witches and wanted to kick

death experiences and wanting to

him I wasn’t interested.” She snorted, then placed her hand on Asher’s

know your brother. This isn’t the first time he’s gone off on a bender. Hell,

that made me wonder exactly what

amused but managed

I remember.”

with this chick and didn’t think to tell any of

same

Brandon would do.” I laughed

called during that time though to check in and let mom know he wasn’t dead in a ditch

eyebrows inching closer together and lips

heathen at the best of times, but if there was one thing he

called this time?”

he hasn’t even sent a text.”

her hips and shook her head at

could see the

giggled, softening her tone when she turned

under a huge deal of

know that sooner or later, he always comes crawling

and then we can start sending

Asher grunted, pinching the bridge of his

headache rippled across the bond and

bag and slung it over her

out or I’ll be late for training. Remember what I said

lost his phone in the toilet again.” She snorted, shaking her head like she was reliving

glad you’re finally awake,

let Chris

shouted our goodbye’s as she left, but our

the front

Asher’s lap, enveloped by his warmth and

let out a deep breath once I was settled against his chest, snaking

my hair and inhaled sharply, I didn’t

about this?” Asher murmured against

up at him through my lashes. ” Are you talking about your brother or

“My brother.”

“I think you should follow your gut. A big part of being Alpha is relying on your

hasn’t led you wrong yet. So,

a few long seconds,

telling me that something isn’t

gold began to fill his eyes swirling like they were suspended in

flattened into a thin line, and when that crease on his forehead returned, I placed my fingers against it hoping it would disappear. When it didn’t, my skin began to

it?” He asked, staring off into

instead tried to open myself to whatever

in through the balcony doors was warm,

of the outdoors, of the forest and soil.

sunlight streaming through the windows, beautiful if not for the

your breath for too long and your lungs began to

replied, squirming until Asher loosened his hold enough for me

of the

Zeke’s are both on lock down. The only ones going in or

grow, and

way I was going to sit here and stew

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

kept his hands on my hips, hovering in case I toppled

go and get some damn answers. Are

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