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.

sculpted eyebrow at me. Goosebumps prickled along her bare arms, filling me with the smallest hint of

is the poetry in that? No, darling. If

other one, would

The siren song was louder now, so tempting that I inched closer to Asher, all

first choices?” Breyona

walls climbing higher. For once, it wasn't me controlling them, but Breyona. The shadow creeping behind her took on the

followed by her brother, 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

follow that bitch.”

flattered to be one of the last werewolves

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

to Breyona, urging her with my

“That's right.

was overshadowed by the cell door swinging open and Giovanni stepping inside. She reacted to his touch immediately, her eyes fading back to their normal color and losing the shadowy

out at? You

us with a smirk. The smug light in her eyes was enough proof to

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

the bond, warning me that Asher was seconds away from imploding and beginning the torture. It wasn’t that

but I knew that if we started peeling off

to see

amulet you gave me, I want you to tell me

to warn him off

wonderful, but very much dead, parents.” Rowena smirked, staring at the window that led into the observation room as though she knew Breyona was right there, pressed against

into you. I’m not

my veins bubbling excitedly, it’s sickening song picking up pace, whispering promises of

do we break it?” Asher inquired

I was more than sure I’d have to pry the truth from her brain after I cracked her skull like an egg, but when her smile turned reptilian, I realized how wrong