Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 234

There was no doubt in my mind that the place I had been was not of this world.

Not only had Sean been there, confusing me with talk of some mysterious person watching over me, but the concept of pain had been elusive and just out of reach. The peace that hung in the air, shimmering as brightly as the magic interwoven to create a place that was both real and memory, could only belong to some kind of afterlife.

At least, that’s what I was hoping.

Pain was the first thing I felt as that place slipped away. It held my head in its strong grip, claws digging into my scalp to produce a throbbing pain that chased

Enter title… me into consciousness. I hadn’t even opened my eyes yet and there it was.

When I did manage to peel my lids back, I tried to recoil at the pale face staring out at

More pain engulfed me, stinging my wrists, neck, and ankles. It blasted my mind, sapping my strength until even calling out to the shadows felt impossible.

I craned my head down, staring blankly at the silver-plated cuffs that pinned me to the wall. What was even more surprising than my restraints was the fact that my hands and arms were no longer covered in inky veins of dark magic.

As much as I wanted to wrack my brain for the identity of this mystery being watching over me, there was someone else vying for my attention.

“It’s about damn time. I thought you were dead.” A voice snapped.

The person staring at me from across the room came into focus. Toffee eyes sharpened, so familiar that my chest begun to ache. Only, they didn’t belong to Asher.

“Brandon?”

His name came out as a rasp, my tongue sticking to the roof of my dry mouth.

My throat contracted with the effort it took to speak. When was the last time I had something to drink? I had a couple blood bags back at the house, but how long had it been since then?

“The one and only.”

Brandon was chained against the far wall in the same position, silver cuffs around his wrists, neck, and ankles. His reply was dripping with sarcasm, but beyond it I could see clearly the rough shape he was in.

Dark circles ringed his eyes, and his cheekbones were just a tad more pronounced. There was dried blood where the silver had previously made contact with his skin. As he fidgeted, fresh blood sprouted from raw, cracked flesh.

“What happened?” I grimaced. It felt like I’d been hit upside the head with a sledgehammer. Every single thought was paired with a wave of nauseating pain. “How long have you been here?”

“Oh, lets see…” Brandon mumbled, blowing the hair out of his face with a frustrated huff.

He made a show of counting on his fingers, though I wasn’t sure what for.

After going over each one on his hand several times he grunted. “Since that bitch Ember and the other witches attacked the Vamp town.”

“That was days ago.” I blanched, my stomach sinking. “You’ve been here for that long?”

“Yeah, I fucking have. You wouldn’t happen to have a bottle of liquor stashed on you?”

I tried to snort, but my dry throat refused to let the sound pass. “No, I definitely don’t have any alcohol on me.”

He leaned his head against the brick wall, glaring at the singular light hanging from the center of the room. It was nothing more than a lightbulb on a thin wire, with a little string dangling from the side. The light it produced was shitty, but it was better than drowning in darkness.

“Fair warning, Lola. The service in this place fucking sucks!” He bellowed, thrashing against his restraints.

The chains clanked against the brick, spitting out a thin plume of dust, but he was clearly too weak to do any more damage. Blood trickled from his wrists, splattering on the concrete floor. It dribbled from his neck as well, soaking into an already blood- stained shirt.

against the wall, his chest heaving. He swiveled his head towards me, scanning me up and down the way I had done to

look different. How are things back home?” He

wrists, and I winced as the wounds began to weep blood. They’d heal quickly, only to be torn open again. It was

“Not good.”

her, bonded with her, and thought of her as the little sister I’d always wanted but never had. Not only did I feel pathetic and stupid,

I tried, I couldn’t bring

slumped, his lips merging into a thin line. “You might as well

the beginning, I recounted the moments leading up to when everything went horribly wrong. I’d expected a look of disgust when telling him about Asher’s proposal,

the same fashion as Asher’s, but no amount of anger would coax Brandon’s wolf forward with all

must’ve permanently altered his brain because the next

the tears away, swallowing the knot in my throat. It ached as it went

along each corner of the room

“I can imagine how Asher’s taking it. He’s never going to

spend every day of the rest of my life reminding him it

to.” Brandon voiced his

grandma had been attacked. Brandon was more than angry to hear about grandma, which was another surprise. The woman truly

to know what I had attempted to

I reached the part about Rowena, that was the first time I’d seen Brandon show any glimmer of happiness. His eyes flashed with just a hint of his wolf before the color died off and the beast went back

I had no intention on elaborating, but I finished by telling Brandon I knew who

is it?” He leaned forward in his shackles,

believe me if I

to goad me into telling him, when a sound came from beyond the heavy wooden door on the other side of the room. It sat to the left of me, far out of reach. There was a long groan,

with golds and yellows, beautiful if not for the scowl marring the face

it wasn’t nearly as threatening as it could’ve been had

nothing else to focus on, it was all too obvious

leather pants and a low-cut blouse the same fiery shade as her hair. Propping her hand on the flare of

pizza. All that talking you did and you’re doing a shit

rigid. Her eyes, which were a deep brown tinted red, flashed like

She hissed, barely

number one quality was running his mouth,

ever owned. You were the type of kid to squeeze her hamsters to death weren’t you? Seems like

heel of her leather boots into the ground, Ember

about the

continued to argue, shooting jabs back and forth until Ember was quite literally smoking. It rolled off her shoulders in waves, filling the dingy room we were locked in. Brandon

his teeth in response. The longer I watched two, the more I realized they had

married

too much for my brain to process.

witch herself capturing me, and the identity of the second witch, I had too much information and emotion to sort through. It would take

this was possible. It was

the two snarled and cursed

clear hatred there, which would’ve been soothing if it weren’t for the sharp edge

that edge

the same edge in my own eyes when I’d first met

“You two are mates.”

heard one of their neck’s crack. Just like that, their argument was snuffed out. There

you she’d find out.” Brandon sang, his teeth bared in

I knew her words weren’t for me, but for

“Shut. Your. Mouth.”