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.

in my head, thrashing against

could feel every ounce

mate are fighting for 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 aid

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

Blood

wanted to ask her. The answers wouldn’t just satiate my curiosity, but they’d also waste time, giving

hope fizzled out before it ever had a fighting chance when Freya plucked a dagger from behind her back. Even without her explanation, I

the moonlight revealing the delicate carvings all along the metal. The grip was c*shioned in crimson fabric, but the showstopper was the pummel and the blood

the moonlight like the metal of the blade did. No,

a very long time to find this beauty. You wouldn’t believe the things I had to do to get my hands on

as she looked at the stone mounted on the dagger’s pummel was nothing short of awed. She blinked, and when her eyes opened,

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

I didn’t answer,

your magic at his disposal,

growing stronger and louder until my teeth rattled from its force. Just beneath the deafening sound was the changing of multiple voices. If I couldn’t see their lips moving, I would’ve never known the chanting

I’d ever known turned my blood ice cold. A daunting realization was setting in, slowly creeping beneath my skin, burrowing into

coming

surrounding us tilted their heads back in unison, their faces bathed in silvery moonlight. I almost missed the glint of steel in one of the witches’ hands. As I noticed it, I realized it wasn’t just one of the witches-it was all

single one had something small and metallic clutched in their hands. I didn’t understand what it was until

even save

throats, splitting skin and opening up a sea of

gurgle of ten people choking on their own blood. It lasted for several horrifying seconds before each one of the women fell to the

not while Freya had control over my body. Unable to look away, I had no choice but to take in the sheer loss of life, the waste that had just

deaths of so many, had her head held back. Her chest and the cleavage that showed from the deep ‘v’ of her

confidence of someone who knows they won. Twirling the dagger in her hand, she came to a stop mere

move. I’d sink my teeth into her throat, unleash Maya on her and relish as my wolf and

your father’s soul in your body. Now that that’s done with, all I have to do

dismissed those ten witches made my stomach clench with disgust. They truly meant nothing

she raised the dagger, my heart sk*pped

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 knee and professed his love for me. All I could smell was his scent, deep and masculine,

i bind my life force to that of the Vampire King. With the

happened at

towards my chest. Time slowed and a presence I could only describe as pure and undeniably feminine washed over me, brighter and more potent than the