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.

Cassidy herself, I witnessed her death in

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

first time in over ten years. Cassidy

pull us apart, we waited in the silence for life to blossom in Tristan’s

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

which turned into

had passed when Tristan’s chest moved, and a gust of oxygen surged into his lungs. The sound was deafening, a clash of cymbals that made my ears ring and eyes water. It was the sound of a soul

It was a wound created

to my father, I

fell from his mouth, quiet

of the dead. I’d been too 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 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 the rough

them.”

on Giovanni. Breyona watched with the same awe and anxiety as I did, both of us wondering if

of molten amber, nearly pitch black until the light hit them just right. I never could

seeping through the

were still regaining their color, quirked up at the side. The movement was a bit slow, but he had just come back to life. Not

“I did, didn’t I?”

on the table. My mouth watered as the scent

coming to a rest

“My Queen.”

very ones he uttered as

sacrificed yourself for me. Why would you do that?” As hard

eyes softened, I swore I saw the ice that encased them thaw ever

why.”

tell me it’s because I’m your Queen, because that’s bullshit.

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

perfect weapon. I never thought that I’d grow to love you, but I did. It 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.

your sister. I know something happened between you two, and

for her, I kept my eyes and attention on Tristan. I forgave Holly for her betrayal, but I wasn’t sure if I could ever trust her again. I wasn’t sure what the future would look like

what I’ve done. I’m not-I’m not good, and you deserve good.” She whispered, carefully extracting her hand from his.