Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 239

One moment I was there, and the next I was gone.

The Shadows melted around my body with ease, filling the gaps of moonlight that shone through with impenetrable darkness. I couldn’t see a thing, couldn’t navigate my surroundings even though I’d been through this forest a hundred times before.

My body was no longer my own, stolen by an invisible force that tied its web-like threads around my wrists and ankles, stringing me along the way a marionette manipulates its puppet.

The only thing that remained my own was my thoughts. As panicked as they were, the only thing I could think about was Asher and my friends. Were they alive? Were they fighting Cassidy? Had they killed her already and rushed off to my rescue?

Each one went unanswered.

When the tendrils of darkness slithered away, no longer clouding my vision, I stood somewhere new. At the very back of the field was a rectangular brick building, dimly lit by the streetlamps that seemed so far away.

I recognized the building as the town’s high school. While I never walked the halls myself, I often found myself in town when the parade of yellow busses emerged onto the street, carrying groups of rowdy kids ready for an afternoon away from dusty textbooks and drawn-out lectures.

The school quickly faded from view when my legs began to move, propelling me forward, towards a mass of darkness at the center of the field.

With each step the tendrils slithered further away, dragging their leech-like bodies across the ground with a quickness that made me wonder if they knew something was horribly wrong.

There, at the center of the field, was the one person I wanted dead the most.

If there was one thing I’d learned these last two years, it was that evil always appeared beautiful on the outside. Despite the rot that was my father’s soul, his outward appearance had been handsome- stunning, almost. It was the same with Freya, the most powerful Blood Witch the world has ever know, mother to not only Holly, but also Cassidy.

I hadn’t seen that coming one bit.

A sultry and downright joyous smile was pasted on Freya’s face. She could’ve batted her eyelashes and giggled like a schoolgirl. Nothing would’ve erased the underlying sense of danger that oozed from her every pore.

It didn’t matter how strong her magic was, nothing could smooth out the sharp angles that created her face. From her slender chin to the regal slope of her nose and the deep grooves of her cupids bow, every single feature of hers was crafted to hide the evil within.

Freya wasn’t alone. Standing around her in a large circle were other’s-more witches. The snarl of absolute frustration I let out vibrated my skull. Even my eyes refused to respond to my will. No matter how hard I pushed or pulled, they would not stray from Freya.

“And here she is, ladies. Our guest of honor.” Freya said loudly, her voice warm and full of joy that felt woefully misplaced.

She swept her arm out to the witches that surrounded her, the long sleeves of her gown billowing in the air like blood-red streamers. Her hair, which was the exact same shade as Cassidy’s hung down her slender back in waves of rust and crimson.

I also couldn’t help but notice she wasn’t wearing any shoes. Her bare feet rested in the grass. The sight was such a far cry from the therapist I’d met months ago that all words escaped me. Not that it mattered since I couldn’t control my own mouth.

a come-hither motion with her fingers and my legs didn’t hesitate to obey. I snarled and spat an array of colorful words in my head, thrashing against a hold that didn’t so much as budge. Once I was inside the circle of witches, feet away

she could feel every

their lives. A fight they will lose, but not to worry. You won’t be here to feel your mate’s death. By the time my daughters and the others I sent to their

others? There hadn’t been any other witches there before I slipped away, but that could’ve easily changed within the last half hour. As hard as I tried to grab onto

Blood

one a mother might make after watching her child do something amusing. There were hundreds of questions I wanted to ask her. The answers wouldn’t just

fighting chance when Freya plucked a dagger from behind her back. Even without her explanation, I could feel the

sparkled with hints of both silver and gold, the moonlight revealing the delicate carvings all along the metal. The grip

blade did. No, it seemed to create its own light, glowing

had to do to get my hands on it, but

dagger’s pummel was

birth of a little girl. This little girl would be the first of her kind, a mixture of the three supernatural species. As if fate didn’t bless this child enough, it decided to give her more. This little girl would be born to the most powerful line of Vampires’ and Witches in existence. She’d grow in strength until the day came where she murdered her father, assumed his throne, and brought the three species together.

I didn’t

his disposal, we

place in my head, growing stronger and louder until my teeth rattled from its force. Just beneath the deafening sound was the changing of multiple

to tingle as magic filled the air around us. Fear unlike anything I’d ever known turned my

coming

silvery moonlight. I almost missed the glint of steel in

hands. I didn’t understand what it was until each one lifted it, the tiny blade inches away from their faces. Horror squeezed the

couldn’t even

the witches swiped their individual blades against their throats, splitting skin and opening up a

their own blood. It lasted for several horrifying seconds before each one of the women fell to the ground,

my body. Unable to look away, I

that showed from the deep ‘v’ of her dress, moved up and down rapidly. When she opened her eyes, her pupils were dilated, dripping with power

knows they won. Twirling the

I’d sink my teeth into

unstable. It takes a big sacrifice to generate the kind of magic required to keep your father’s soul in your body. Now that that’s done with, all I have to do is put this itty-bitty blade here in your chest cavity. As your lifeblood carries your soul out, the blood ruby will force your father’s soul in.” Freya explained, an eager

witches made my stomach

raised the dagger, my heart

that flooded my mind, but it wasn’t. All I could see was Asher, the golden flecks in his eyes when we made love, proof that it wasn’t just him that had fallen for me, but his wolf too. All I could hear was his voice, the emotion that filled it’s gravely notes as he sank down onto one

force to that of the Vampire King. With the power of Conjuration,

things happened at

the dagger down towards my chest. Time slowed and a presence I could only describe as pure and undeniably feminine