Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 135

Chapter 135 – “Are we on the same page with this?” I asked Asher, holding back my third yawn.

One more and he threatened to carry me to bed, even though we both knew neither of us would be getting any sleep. The sun would be rising in an hour or so, which meant we had no choice but to start our day.

There was too much to do, but I refused think about that right now. I was happily curled up in Asher’s arms, surrounded by his scent and the soft material of the sectional we sat on. We’d been silent since getting home, both of us lost in our thoughts as we replayed the sad ending to Flora’s story.

Almost ten months Flora’s mother had until the witch gave birth to a little girl. One week later, Flora and her mother watched as their housed was engulfed in flames, destroying what sliver of home they both had. After that, life grew dark for the widowed Luna. Flora recounted the numerous times they moved over the years, always somewhere new. They stayed longest in other packs, but somehow the witch always managed to find them.

It wasn’t good enough that she had k****d Flora’s father. The witch was spiteful and wanted the life of the child she had helped create, and the mother that carried her.

Time dwindled as they ran from the witch, but over the years Flora’s mother learned to spot signs of her magic. Her taunting changed each time, always something horrible and new. Storms would blacken the sky, or rodents would scurry inside their walls. They’d wake up covered in spider bites, or find their dreams haunted by pale-faced figures with torn out eyes and distorted mouths.

 

The witch was toying with them, sending these things their way as a warning. Telling them to run before she got too close. Some nights Flora swore she could hear a voice laughing in the dark, whispering for her to hurry. That morning she woke up covered in deep scratches. They moved the next day.

After so many years on the run, Flora’s mother was growing tired. Just once, she let the witch get close.

 

She left Flora at a friend’s house under the guise of going on a date, but really she planned to face the witch head on. The mistake she made was thinking the witch was acting alone. Flora never knew what made her mother turn around that night and come rushing back to her friend’s apartment, but she had nearly been too late.

A fire took the lives of seven people that night, one of them the friend that had been watching Flora. Her mother found her running down the street burned and covered in ash, breathing so hard it felt like her heart was ready to burst.

It was another two years before the witch was able to get close again. During that time, her mother’s mental health was declining. She had only survived this long because of Flora, but the damage that comes with losing your mate is irreversible. She grew suspicious of everything and hateful towards the witch that had destroyed her life and taken her love.

were found so easily. It felt like the time between moves was growing shorter and shorter. She never knew if her mother found what she was looking for, and just a few weeks later they

let herself feel hopeful. She could tell the pack was well protected, that the people there cared about keeping one another safe. There were warriors everywhere. Children and teenagers training, boys and girls of all sizes and

life as she pulled Flora towards a quaint blue house. That night was the last time she saw her mother. The words whispered in her ear, the hug that

your life, Flora. Make

chilled even though the fireplace was running, and the heat of his body surrounded me like a cloak. Tears pricked the back of my

never returned, the

house Flora had been dropped off at was a children’s home. The owners, who were mates themselves

so much with. She spent those years wondering, staring at her curly blonde hair and soft eyes as

found her and had been out getting groceries for her adoptive parents. They were getting up there in age, so Flora would

in my head.

say?’ I had asked

and I

voice held both sadness and longing, happiness, and horrible loss. ‘She said my mother bought me some time by leaving me…but that it had been in vain. I wasn’t afraid anymore…because I knew I would be with them again.’ I

likelihood that Holly’s birth mother is the ‘strongest blood witch to walk the earth’ and Flora’s half-sister, then yes we’re on the same page.” The gravely sound of Asher’s voice and the feel of his stubble against my face pulled me back

all of this, she has to be. How

harsher. I could feel his frustration as he ran his fingers through his hair. “We’ve always prided ourselves on how secure our pack is, but it seems like the only thing we’re able to protect our people from is rogues. Did the witches

in his eyes and kissed along his jaw until it had

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