Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

 “What’s with Vampire’s and abandoned warehouses?” I asked, speaking to no one in particular.

The breaks of the rusty minivan we were crammed into squealed as we pulled into a handicap space close to the front doors. I could make out the symbol painted on the spot, though it had faded over time.

Within the parking lot were a few cars, but most looked like junkers rather than functioning vehicles. There weren’t any windows apart from the ones that lined the front, but they were blacked out by scraps of cardboard boxes and old newspapers.

“This one won’t be half as luxurious as your father’s.” Tristan muttered at my side; his face marred in a permanent scowl.

From the front seat, Dina snorted. She turned around and glared at Tristan.

“With how flimsy your loyalty is, you got no room to be judging anybody, Tristan.” The pale-haired Vampire at my side lifted an eyebrow, but Dina didn’t falter in her rant. “That’s right, I know you. You don’t know me, though. I was a nobody back then, a body for her father’s military.” She jutted her chin in my direction. “I saw you a couple times, scramblin’ to obey the King and all his whims. It’s ironic you’re doin’ the same for his daughter now, isn’t it?”

I wanted to come to Tristan’s defense, and I had planned to, but Dina’s words struck a chord in my chest that left me silent.

Tristan had been my father’s right-hand man. He’d been closest to him, even though my father trusted absolutely no one. Part of me wondered if Tristan’s loyalty to me had anything to do with the mark that sat on my neck, or his lingering hopes that I would choose him over Asher.

I didn’t have to wonder for long if Tristan would speak up.

“Thank you, Dina, for dredging up the years I spent serving a monster who deserved not a speck of the loyalty he received. Everything you said was correct. I don’t remember you because I never cared to look your way. As you’ve already stated, I was busy trying to prove my worth to a King who viewed us all as disposable.” He said with a clipped tone.

The pale blues of his eyes glittered menacingly as he leaned forward in his seat. Dina remained rooted in place, but from the harsh set of her jaw and the way her grip tightened on the arm rest, I knew she was preparing herself for if he decided to a****k.

“Our new Queen, she doesn’t see us as disposable. I might’ve had to prove my loyalty to her, but never my worth.”

Tristan leaned back in his seat, his severe expression unwavering, even as Dina slid her eyes over to my face. The brooding Vampire at my side wasn’t one to speak idly, especially when it came to paying someone a compliment. I knew without asking that every word he said, he truly meant.

My heart flipped in my chest and took off, pounding harder with each set of eyes that found my face. I couldn’t read the emotion in their eyes other than obvious suspicion, not that I had much time to.

the vehicle with a loud thud. A shaggy haired man with a toothy grin and a thin scar above his brow

the venom in his voice felt flimsy. “You we’re ‘supposed to come back with

Like a Queen herself, Dina slid from the seat and patted the man on his shoulder. He visibly relaxed under her touch, and as his eyes softened, I could read the truth

Dina were

my direction. “Our Royal Highness here decided to pay us a visit. She needs to speak with

and replaced it with a scowl

h**l

got to say.” Dina said curtly, though the sour tone was was reserved

then, the oddest thing

defeat, Dina’s mate turned his attention to my face, staring at me long and hard. He pursed his lips, and the scar above his eyebrow rippled

He asked, still not taking his eyes off

glancing my way for a fraction of a second.

he clasped his hands together

my stomach, weighing it down like I’d swallowed a ton of

other things,

we passed through a set of broken metal detectors, and ventured into

assumed was once an employee break room, though the lockers had been torn out. I could still see the imprint of where they’d sat against the wall, and as I looked even harder, I spotted a few broken combination locks scattered about. The counters still remained, along with a sink that looked as though it hadn’t properly functioned in the

we walked into the room. The woman, whose freckles were dark and cinnamon colored, wrinkled her nose at me. At her side

began to hear voices. One was deep and booming, easily commanding the attention of the others, who

nearly all of them empty apart from a few moldy boxes, I scoured our surroundings, trying to glean what information I

Tristan said gruffly, his eyes darting towards

were flattened boxes belonging to various brands of make-up. I recognized a few, having

closer with each step we took, I

hysteria. “They promised us a place with them-promised we’d have our own land once the werewolves are extinct. If we don’t put our trust in them, we have no one.