Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 214

Midnight, that was when Rowena would start the spell that would crack open Tessa’s mind and unleash her innermost thoughts.

There were risks involved, serious risks.

For one, Zeke could go insane. His own subconscious shredded in an attempt to reach Tessa’s. Two, what Tessa said. earlier could be right. 1

What if doing the spell doesn’t matter? What if the witches are already here?

We had all day to kill, and I was seriously not looking forward to it. Well, that was until Asher said he had something planned for us, something we needed to do. 1

“You’re not going to tell me where we’re going, are you?” I grumbled; my voice disgruntled even though my insides were. twisting with excitement.

Asher’s laugh was low and smooth, rumbling in his chest. It tickled the spot in between my shoulder blades, right where his body met my back.

Thanks to the blindfold he tied around my face, all I could see was red, scraggly fabric. He’d put it on right after we stopped by his

parent’s house and made me keep it on the entire car ride. Even my nose seemed content on betraying me, because the only scents I picked up were that of the town and forest.

“Nope. Not even if you begged.” He hummed thoughtfully. “Actually, scratch that. I might just tell you if you beg.”

Never one to pass up an opportunity, I dug my heels into the dirt and jutted my lower lip out in a pout.

“Where are we going? Please tell me,

Alpha.” I half purred; half whined.

Asher’s steps faltered, and the sudden loss of momentum made him press into my backside. I had to bite back a victorious laugh when I felt the imprint of his stiff cock against my lower back.

“Lola, I’d advise you not to do that.” He grunted; his voice lower.

“Why, Alpha? What’s going to happen to me?” I feigned innocence, my voice silky and sweet.

Asher’s heartrate jumped, and through the mate-bond I could feel his desire spike, heating like coals on the verge of bursting into flame.

I went to turn my head in his direction and felt the soft outline of his lips coast along my ear. His hands found my hips just as a shudder worked its way through me.

“I’m about three seconds away from bending you over the nearest tree stump and fucking you until you can’t walk. That’s what’s going to happen to you.”

Oh. 1

my flesh until I had to squeeze my

us to. Is it better than you fucking me over the nearest tree stump?” I

“For

but I’m not going to have much of a choice if

he pulled my hips backwards, grinding the full length of his now

every step we took and every crunch of gravel beneath our feet, it continued to grow. I’d long learned to keep my big mouth under wraps, but with Asher I didn’t have to

until I can’t walk does

Asher groaned.

“Lola.”

managed to behave the rest of the walk. There came a point where the heady

seconds the snap of a twig breaking beneath my feet could

ticked by when I began to hear the quiet whoosh of running water. Excitement bubbled in my stomach, bringing a smile to

grew louder and was accompanied by the scent

ready, Luna?” Asher chuckled, his hands on my waist to position and steady

worked to untie the blindfold obscuring my vision. When it

heart began to

of one of the most beautiful gifts of nature I’d ever laid

of pale water sat just twenty feet away, rippling from the

the short distance its shape reminded me of a jellybean, but the lake itself paled in comparison to the waterfall

cascaded down a jagged slope of interconnecting rocks, pouring down the ridges and grooves until

beach comprised of pale sand that glittered under the sunlight

a woven blanket, one I recognized since it had come from our house. There was a quaint little picnic basket nestled

words clinging to my tongue with

when he rested his chin on my

bringing up any particular

he slid the strap of my tank top down and planted long kisses along my bare shoulder, a memory floated to the surface in my

so long ago, in a past life that belonged to some other version of myself. Truly, it had only been a year or so, but a lot

myself to be carried away by the memory, Asher’s tender kisses were replaced by the rough bite of tree bark as it pressed into my

floated away, and we were no longer in Asher’s pack but in what used to

lake I ventured to, one smaller than this and not nearly as beautiful, but it was

bra and underwear, not knowing that Asher was nearby and

eyes fluttered open when I remembered the way he towered over me, forcing me against the tree with his calloused

“Well?” He purred.

his teeth along my throat. The pain melted into something that felt too good, and that