Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 89 – Both Asher and I slept in that morning, holding each other as we tried to prolong the inevitable. I would be leaving soon, and neither of us knew when I would return. I’d either return before my heat began, or suffer the consequences.

My stomach was a mess of guilt and nerves, but Asher’s touch pushed the heavy emotions from my mind. As we laid in each other’s arms, hands wandering over soft skin, the intimacy blossoming through me was stronger than I’ve ever felt. This morning wasn’t about s*x or burning physical need, it was about comfort, true companionship and love.

It was selfish of me to think that way, but it would make things easier. I wasn’t doing this for myself, but for this pack–for Breyona and Giovanni. I now understood how Giovanni could turn his back on his species for Breyona, how the mate-bond filled every aching hole in your soul.

“Only my Beta and Zeke will know.” Asher nodded, absentmindedly running his fingers through my tangled hair. “I’m afraid most of the pack already knows you’re my mate, and their Luna.”

Well, that grabbed my attention. I pulled myself from Asher’s warm embrace, propping myself up on one of my elbows. Asher didn’t seem to mind that the pack knew, though I wondered how they came about that information.

“How?” I asked, an eyebrow raised as I took in his amused expression.

“It seems your Dad got excited when he heard his daughter was our future Luna.” Asher smirked; his hair deliciously messy from sleep. “He told a couple of his friends.”

“Who in turn told the entire pack.” I confirmed, snorting at the smile that had taken place on Asher’s face.

“I can’t blame him.” Asher murmured, planting feather light kisses along my jaw and cheek. “This pack is lucky to have you, a Luna willing to risk it all. Beautiful, fearless–there is no one more fit for the job.”

“Plus, I know how to handle you.” I smirked, though a blush had crept onto my cheeks at the sincerity of his words.

After another hour in bed, I had no choice but to shower and get dressed for the long day ahead. Come tomorrow, I would no longer be in this pack–and my future would be more uncertain than ever. I was on a mission, to safeguard this pack and hopefully ensure a long and happy life with Asher by my side.

I threw on something simple, a t-shirt and a pair of dark leggings. I wanted to get far away from the pack’s territory line before calling on my Father and his men. I wanted the wolves running patrol to remain safe, and keep another fight from brewing.

Shortly after I had gotten dressed, Grandma called and asked me to join her for coffee. I knew I wouldn’t have the chance to say goodbye to my family, but it was a risk I was willing to take. I was betting on my survival, on returning with crucial information about the upcoming war. Dad, Sean and Grandma would be furious–but they would live, and that was what mattered.

I accepted her invitation, as it was the last chance, I’d have to see her. Asher personally dropped me off at the coffee shop, giving me a lasting kiss that made me question if leaving was the right choice.

‘It’s for Breyona and Giovanni.’ My wolf reminded me, ‘Neither of us want to leave, but it’s what a Luna would do. Two members of our pack are just as important as the rest.’

She was right, we both knew it. Neither of us wanted to leave Asher, it simply felt–wrong, but the safety of this pack mattered more than our personal happiness.

Grandma arrived shortly after Asher had left, a sour expression on her face. Her face was creased with lines, her eyes clouded with sleep. Grandma had definitely seen better days. I had expected her to return home weeks ago, I was sure she missed her little cottage in the woods and her herb garden. Not only did she stay for Dad, she stayed for Sean and I. With our Mom gone, our family had a gaping hole that no one could fill. Grandma never tried to fill that hole, but she filled the house with life and laughter. She refused to let Dad and Sean sit around moping. Mom wouldn’t want that, and Grandma knew it.

“You look like you need a couple days’ worth of sleep.” I chuckled lightly, giving her a quick hug before heading into the coffee shop.

“I think this entire pack needs a couple days’ worth of sleep.” Grandma replied. Despite the exhaustion in her eyes, she smiled, looking years younger. “War takes its toll on everyone, warriors and civilians alike.”

heard you’ve been volunteering at the Community

“They deserve some quality food,

few years younger than Grandma, with four children of her own. Volunteers had stepped up left

very appreciative.” I

time I had been here I was with Breyona, how things have changed. Grandma and I sat at one of the small circular tables

life as the Luna treating you?” She asked, “When this mess is over, are you going to go through with

wasn’t that I questioned the decision to step up as Asher’s Luna, but there were more pressing

cut along their palm and join hands.

happened months after the Alpha met his mate, giving the she-wolf time to decide if she truly wanted to become Luna. I

I nodded, “As much as I’d like to get it done with now, the

were destined for great things. You’re already willing to give everything for this pack, you’ve been its Luna for

clue about Breyona and Giovanni’s disappearance, but Grandma easily picked up on the moods and expressions of others. She could tell I was stressed, and

back. If only they knew that their trust wasn’t in Asher, but in me. The thought made my stomach turn. The last thing

we managed to get the upper hand and win this war, there were still other pressing concerns. How would the pack react to Giovanni’s presence? He couldn’t remain in the dark forever. Alpha Bran would undoubtedly refuse,

frazzled mind. Grandma and I stayed at the coffee shop for another half hour before she had to go back to the community center. It was nearing dinner time, Grandma and

outside of the coffee shop, we nearly ran into Chelsea. I hadn’t seen her since her birthday, not that I actively sought her out to begin with. She had Ethan at her side, an odd pairing considering neither

his, and had lost his life when Brittany managed to escape Asher’s dungeon. Chelsea had never

sneer as we locked eyes, while Ethan remained indifferent. Ethan was an a*s on all accounts, but he had never pretended to like me. When I dated Tyler, Chelsea was my closest friend. She was also the first to turn on me once I discovered

could see her insecurities shining clear. “You’ve got your claws in yet

worry about, and petty jealousy wasn’t one of them. Chelsea had always known how to provoke a reaction from me, but this time, her words fell

need to learn some manners and learn how

had always known how to strike fear into Sean and I. Even Dad kept his distance when Grandma was truly angry. She emitted a calm and wise aura that surrounded her, and could easily make anyone sound childish and inexperienced. She looked down on Chelsea like a toddler

not my Luna.” Chelsea sneered, though it wasn’t fueled with as much anger this time around. She crossed her arms over her chest and

never close with Isaac, nor had I ever pretended to be, but I felt

as you live in this pack, Lola is your Luna.” Grandma’s voice held an eerie calmness, one that told me Chelsea better back off if she had any sense of self-preservation. “How shameful, Alpha Asher will hear of this. He will not take kindly to

brutally and without mercy, rumors where he’d take prisoners for the slightest infractions and never let them see the light of day. Little did Chelsea know, most of the rumors were true, but they only told half of the story. Asher was brutal, dominate, and fought with a ferocity that made most men pale in comparison. He was also selfless, brave, and would do anything and everything for his people. Every act of brutality, every cruel action had been for the benefit and safety of his pack. When he had taken this

eyes met my own,

nodded; his

leaving Chelsea staggering to catch up. Grandma flashed me

learn some manners sooner or later. She’s going to say the wrong thing to the wrong person someday.” Grandma huffed, “You handled

you said.” I shrugged, “You’re right,

me to turn away from my Grandma, to let her get into the car and watch as she drove away. There would be no long goodbyes. My family would only try to stop me. They wouldn’t understand that I had no choice, that it was so much more than my life for Breyona’s. I swallowed the guilt and tinge of

line just at the end of the road. I needed to be far from the pack’s territory. From there, I would call the