Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 227

‘Let's take a minute. I need a breather before I tear her heart out.’ I hissed over mind-link.

The darkness in my veins was crooning, ‘kill her, kill her, kill her.’ The possibility that she’d open her mouth again and say something that eroded the last shred of my willpower was terrifying enough to make me want to run.

Still holding Asher’s hand, I pulled him away from Rowena. The traitor was reclined in her seat, lazy smile on her face. She could act like being here was her choice, like this was some five-star resort, but I had a feeling she’d quickly change her mind once

Asher began drawing blood.

The mere thought of hearing her screams had my hands shaking, twitching with the urge to let my magic take control.

There was clear reluctance on Asher’s end, but he relented and let me lead him into the observation room. As Rowena’s cell door swung shut, I closed in on my mate. The others in the room faded into the background, the prickling sensation that was their eyes smothered by fear.

I fumbled to grab both of his hands, capturing them with my own so that he had no choice but to stop and listen to what I was saying. There was no time for his stubbornness, not when his life was so clearly on the line.

‘You better wipe that look off of your face, and don’t act like I don’t know what it means.’ I snarled, sucking in deep breaths to calm my frantic heart. ‘You're not sacrificing yourself. It's not an option, you hear me? I will lock you in one of these cells. if it means keeping you safe, and I’m willing to bet anything that Zeke and the others will help me.’

‘What kind of Alpha would I be if I didn’t do this?’ Asher’s voice was lower than normal, thickened by grief and guilt.

More than anything, I wanted to wash it away. I wanted to be the balm that soothed his soul and the rock that the waves crashed against, but some things couldn't be fixed. I knew that firsthand, because the hole in my chest where my brother once was would never close-never heal.

I hated that he had to throw my earlier words back in my face. He knew I couldn’t argue against it, not when I was so willing to do the same thing. It was pure selfishness that kept me from backing him up, but as hard as I tried, I couldn’t seem to change my own mind.

‘Asher, I’m not living a life without you in it.

I won't do it. I don’t care if it makes me selfish. Becoming a Luna was never something I wanted, not until I met you and realized what you are to me. If I lose you, I lose my reason for everything.’

Flecks of shimmering gold filled his eyes, warming my cold and clammy skin.

‘You'd take care of this pack, I know it. You'd be alive and breathing. That's all I want.’ He finished; his voice filled with such absolution that a shard of panic pierced my chest.

‘No, no I wouldn't.’ I closed my eyes, facing the ugly truth behind my many flaws. There was such rage boiling beneath the surface, staining my soul, and turning it black, feeding the darkness that poisoned my blood. When I opened them, I let every bit of that anger show, praying it would be enough to deter him. ‘If I lost you, I'd lose myself. The darkness would take over, and I'd let it. Asher, I’d kill every last witch that walked this earth. I’d kill every single person that led to me losing you.’

grief morphed into sheer determination. The sea that was

far too enthusiastic telling us how to break the spell. She wants us to

darting over to the far wall, through the window that

else I loved. The smallest glimmer of hope filled my body, smoothing

blood witch...’ I said after several seconds of silence. ‘She's the one casting the spell. She's the one trying to control me. If

his face pinched in a grimace. ‘It would work, but we have no idea where the blood

never know. Even if you found a way to break through the illusion magic Rowena was talking about, we don’t have the

there was another option- a faster and much

Rowena sat. Her eyes were locked on my own even though there was no way she could see

how enthusiastic she is when pain is

a cart full of instruments to peel her flesh from bone. Even without the aid of my magic, I’d much rather use my bare

on had come to an end, because we needed all hands-on deck to get through this. Breyona, Zeke, and

I warned both Tristan and Giovanni. “You guys

staring at me with eyes

bits, and various vials of chemicals rattled as they hit one another. From where I stood several feet away, I could make out the subtle tang of old

hospital the last time

weapon of mass destruction. She’d been an object in my father’s eyes, something to possess and use, and I knew that wouldn't

back pocket. He swiped his finger across the screen and held it up for me to see. There

the sound somewhat awkward. Brushing away the strands of his golden hair that fell in his face, he regarded me without his

and not as your

my shoulders. It was the

snap and lash out at Tristan, he surprised me by doing

help we can get.” He said, then gestured to the cart he'd pushed into the

and forced into an alternate universe because Tristan’s slender lips peeled upwards in a devastatingly eager

kidding?

the floors of Rowena’s cell were stained red. Staring down at the growing puddle, I silently wondered if it would seep

those rare individuals who excelled at everything

he moved, gliding the blade through the flesh and muscle, was nothing

I assumed that watching the man I love torture someone would

two. The dark magic I'd dabbled in tainted my thoughts and fought