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.

herself, I witnessed her death in Asher’s memory, and relished every

who had been kidnapped and murdered days prior, was torn limb from limb by the same men she’d befriended and betrayed: Brandon

worked as one for the first time in over ten years. Cassidy might have been responsible for tearing them apart, but in the end, she’d also been what brought

around my torso, so tightly that nothing could dare pull us

came with a quiet thud, so soft that it could’ve belonged to a bird perching on a branch, or the first droplet of rain colliding with the hard ground. Holly’s ragged gasp told me

two, which turned into ten, and

and a gust of oxygen surged into his lungs. The sound was deafening, a clash of cymbals that made my ears ring and eyes

been hard to heal. It was a wound created by dark magic; one I knew

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

fell from his

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 once

Holly’s face, quickly becoming wet with tears. Holly’s shoulders shook, and while her hair created a barrier between us and them, I could still see the raw emotion

realized I was crying myself until Asher’s soft lips grazed my cheek and

to them.”

Tristan had his sights set on Giovanni. Breyona watched with the same awe and anxiety as I did, both of

molten amber, nearly pitch black until the light hit them just right. I never could tell what Giovanni was feeling, and

emotion seeping through the rough cracks in his

The movement was a bit slow, but he had just come back to life. Not one of us knew how long it would

“I did, didn’t I?”

upon hearing it’s rasp Holly turned and snatched up one of the blood bags from the cooler Asher had placed on the table. My mouth watered as the scent hit the air, rich and sweet in a way that reminded me of dark chocolate and nectarines. It was easy to ignore the pull to feed

Holly, finally coming to

“My Queen.”

his last words-the very ones he

hard as it was to force the words out, I needed

eyes softened, I swore I saw the ice that encased

why.”

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

word carefully chosen in the way that only Tristan could truly master. I wanted to believe it was the acceptance in my

was my mistake believing there was only one type of love. You made me realize there wasn’t one, but many. You are a 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 work you started. It couldn’t be Asher. His death would’ve destroyed you. Mine, on the other

Lola, but not in the way I always thought. Not in the way that I love your sister. I know something happened between you two, and I

and attention on Tristan. I forgave

You have no idea what I’ve done. I’m not-I’m not good, and you deserve good.” She whispered, carefully extracting her hand from his. “Do you want to