Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 241

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Half an hour later, I stumbled away from

Tristan’s body and into Asher’s warm embrace.

My legs had been reduced to jelly, and my magical reserves drained so low they might never recover. I could only imagine how much blood and rest it would take before they were back to normal again.

Asher’s voice washed over my shoulders, his breath fluttering against my cheek, but the blood roaring in my ears kept me from hearing.

I’d poured everything into Tristan- everything.

Holly and Giovanni remained rooted in place, searching for any sign of life whether it be a heartbeat or an influx of breath. The inky strands of my half-sister’s hair cascaded down Tristan’s shoulder, hanging off the side of the table he’d been placed onto.

With her ear placed against his chest, she waited and waited.

I understood her worry. Really, I did. Her mother had to sacrifice ten witches just to lock my father’s soul into my body. While I didn’t have ten innocent people to slaughter, I did have something else on my side.

That otherworldly and very much feminine presence that had taken over just minutes before, allowing me a split second of control when I needed it most, hadn’t left me. It was still here, bubbling in my veins and wrapping itself around my body in a shroud of silk.

As I used it to strengthen my own magic, I swore I heard its whisper ring in my ears before vanishing completely, melting into the night sky and the stars that watched over head.

“…just this once.’ It had said.

When it left, and I felt its absence ringing in my soul, I whispered a quick thank you to the Moon Goddess.

During the walk back to the house, Asher recounted what happened the moment I slipped away. Half of the story he told with words, while the other came in the form of memories dancing down the mate-bond.

Witches had poured into the pack, concealed by Angelica’s twin sister, who had also survived the battle. In fact, the two of them were currently in the living room, watching television like two normal children. The witches had split into groups, some attacking the town while others came to the house, beckoned by Cassidy’s call.

Those who went into town were met with not only warriors, but pack members who took it upon themselves to defend their own.

Even my dad, who was now safe with Flora visiting grandma in the hospital, had joined the battle.

I witnessed her death in Asher’s memory, and

at the ripe age of seven years old, replacing the real Cassidy who had

over ten years. Cassidy might have been responsible for tearing them apart,

my torso, so tightly that nothing could dare pull us apart, we waited in the silence for life to blossom

bird perching on a branch, or the first droplet

which turned into ten, and then

his lungs. The sound was deafening, a clash of cymbals that made my ears ring and eyes water. It was the sound of a

wound in his chest had been hard to heal. It was a wound created by

fluttered open, and instead of the bright blues that belonged to my father, I was met with a familiar shade

from his mouth,

focused on Tristan to notice the bodies, but from the scent of blood and decay, I could tell there were plenty. Breyona, Giovanni, Asher, and I remained inside, witnessing this reunion between Holly and Tristan-between two people who clearly loved one another, but never

shook, and while her hair created a barrier between us and them, I could still see the raw emotion playing

my cheek and the rough pad

to them.”

time I approached, having taken a moment to compose myself, Tristan had his sights set on Giovanni. Breyona watched with the same awe and anxiety as I did, both of us wondering if this

light hit them just right. I never could tell what Giovanni was

good, brother.” Giovanni admitted, emotion seeping through

were still regaining their color, quirked up at the side. The movement was a bit slow, but he

“I did, didn’t I?”

one of the blood bags from the cooler Asher had placed on the table. My mouth watered as the scent hit the

finally coming to a rest

“My Queen.”

very ones he uttered

for me. Why would you do that?” As hard as it was to force the words out,

the ice that encased

why.” He

me it’s because I’m your Queen, because that’s bullshit. You knew Freya’s spell would break. Why did you do

I wanted to believe it was the acceptance in my eyes and in Holly’s that gave him the confidence to speak freely, to let go of the restraints that held him

force of nature, something this world has needed for centuries. Every challenge you’ve faced, you met it head on. You are strong, compassionate, and care for people you don’t even know. Someone needed to die for you to continue the

something happened between you two, and I won’t ask you to let that go, but

attention on Tristan. I forgave Holly for her betrayal, but I wasn’t sure if

good, and you deserve good.” She whispered, carefully extracting her hand from his.