Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 226

A snarl tore through my chest and if it weren't for Asher’s hand on my lower back, his warmth pouring into my icy skin, I would've dug my fingers into her eye sockets.

Instead of having the wits to be afraid, Rowena laughed.

“No, you’re right. She’s too close to all of this. It would be much too obvious. Mm, perhaps it’s someone in the background, someone you never would’ve noticed lurking about. What about that half- breed sister of yours, Holly? She and I did spend quite a lot of time together.” She teased, flashing blood-stained teeth when Tristan let out a snarl of his own.

There wasn't a chance in hell I'd actually believe her, not with how enthusiastically she’s pointing fingers. She could cry witch all she wanted, but I trusted the people closest to me, my half-sister included.

Rowena began to laugh harder, and the sound of it gradually shifted from confident and poised, to a cackle that bordered on unhinged.

“Oh, there’s so many possibilities, but let’s not limit the suspects to only women. My sister in crime is powerful enough to take on the form of either gender, though not for too long.”

Asher’s hand tensed along my back, as did the rest of his body. It was my turn to reign him in, even though the sickly song in my veins told me to do the opposite.

He towered over her and snarled, “Her name. Tell us her fucking name.”

Rowena yawned, making a show of opening her mouth and fluttering her eyes like we were the ones boring her.

“No, I don’t think I will.” She mused. ”

Ask me something else. You're oozing testosterone and it’s making me sleepy.”

“Why Sean? Why him of all people?”

At first, I didn’t recognize the voice that spoke. I didn’t feel the words as they left my lips, but that was most likely because they were encased in layers of ice- dropping the temperature of the room by a few degrees.

Breyona shuddered, her warm breath coming out as a puff of white smoke.

Goosebumps prickled along her bare arms,

our first choices, do you? Please, who even are they? Where is the poetry

one, would

my stomach dropped. The siren song was louder now, so tempting that I inched closer to Asher, all but curling

were your first choices?”

to darken, the shadows along the walls climbing higher. For once, it wasn't me controlling them,

sacrificed in the name of ultimate power.” Rowena sighed heavily, like a teenage girl speaking about the boy she loved. Quickly, her expression soured, and blood-crusted lips twisted into a sneer. Her eyes, which now looked like sewage rather than fragmented emeralds, latched onto my face. “You had to go and ruin that by turning Breyona here into some shadow monster. Freya wasn’t happy about that, not one bit. She's nothing if not inventive, though. Now she’s quite keen on the idea of having a guard dog that's a mixture

never follow that bitch.” Breyona snarled, eyes

laugh, “You won't have a choice in the matter. Besides, I think you'll be quite flattered to be one of the last werewolves in existence. I know

to shake, her entire form rippling as pure shadow seemed to seep from her pores. If one of us didn't act soon, Breyona

turned to Breyona,

hummed, “That's right. Go

open and Giovanni stepping inside. She reacted to his touch immediately, her eyes fading back to their normal color and losing the shadowy tinge they were taking on. Once Breyona was out of the room and the cell

witches hiding out at? You have to have a base somewhere.”

smug light in her eyes was enough proof to tell us she knew exactly

know there’s a subcategory of magic known as Illusion magic? It’s typically present in sigil, natural, and sometimes protection magics. Freya has a few witches with this affinity, though there's one in particular that’s very skilled. She can make you see

was seconds away from imploding and beginning the torture. It wasn’t that I wanted to keep him from

because I most certainly didn’t, but I knew that if we started peeling off

I needed to see if she’d

want you to tell me about it.” I urged,

hand to warn him off of

into the observation room as though she knew Breyona was right there, pressed against the glass and hanging onto her every word. “I had to do something to slow

into you. I’m not sure what

fear. My heart skipped a beat, the darkness in my veins bubbling excitedly,

How do we break it?” Asher inquired in a voice of pure

from her