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

are

around my wrists, and I winced as the wounds began to weep blood. They’d heal quickly, only to

“Not good.”

couldn’t handle dealing with right now. I’d trusted her, bonded with her, and thought of her as the little

tried, I couldn’t bring myself to

might as well

when telling him about Asher’s proposal, but his face hadn’t changed in the slightest. When

fashion as Asher’s, but no amount of anger

here must’ve permanently altered his brain because the next words that left his mouth put me in

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

each corner of the room before

eyes drifted to the floor. “I can imagine how Asher’s taking it.

every day of the rest of my life

might have to.” Brandon

grandma had been attacked. Brandon was more than angry to hear about grandma, which was another surprise. The woman truly did make everyone fall in love

to know

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

intention on elaborating, but

Who is it?” He leaned forward in his shackles, tilting

believe me if I told

sound came from beyond the heavy wooden door on the other side of the room. It sat to

flame streaked with golds and yellows, beautiful if not for the scowl marring the face of the person it was attached

nearly as threatening as it could’ve been had my throat not felt like I’d swallowed

to focus on, it was

wearing a pair of skin-tight leather pants and a low-cut blouse the same fiery shade as her hair. Propping her hand on the flare of her hip, she opened her mouth,

All that talking you did and you’re doing a

body going rigid. Her eyes, which were a deep

you to shut your damn mouth.” She hissed, barely craning her head to toss the

quality was running his mouth, I already anticipated what he’d

I feel bad for any pets you’ve ever owned. You were the type of kid to squeeze her hamsters to death weren’t

leather boots into the ground, Ember spun to glare

about

and forth until Ember was quite literally smoking. It rolled off her shoulders in waves, filling the dingy room we were locked in. Brandon didn’t seem to care in

at him, and Brandon snapped his teeth in response. The longer I watched two,

a married couple

much for my brain to process. Between

Holly’s betrayal, the blood witch herself capturing me, and the identity of the second witch, I had too much information and emotion to sort through. It would take me years to process it all, to move on from the rage and the pain that

was no way-no way in hell that this was possible.

on Brandon’s eyes as the two snarled

hatred there, which would’ve been soothing if it

recognized that

when I’d first met Asher-when

“You two are mates.”

snapped in my direction so quickly I swore I heard one of their neck’s crack.

Brandon sang, his teeth bared in a sarcastic grin. Ember’s stare burned into my

words weren’t for me, but

“Shut. Your. Mouth.”