Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 103

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 103 – I had promised myself I’d go through those files as soon as we made it back to the house, but the moment I curled up into the warmth of Asher’s teenage bed, my looming exhaustion swallowed me whole.

“What happened to those important files?” He asked, his voice gravely.

“This is the seventh three a.m. call in a month. ” I grumbled when Asher began to move me, his muscular arms forming a cage around my torso. His eyes dripped honey and were hooded as he watched me, “As Luna and Vampire Queen, I declare that just this once, we’re going back to sleep.”

His reply fell on deaf ears, because my eyes had already closed, and my mind plunged into darkness.

The last few weeks, my sleeping moments were plagued with strange dreams. Much different than Holly’s nightmares, which tore her from sleep with screams of mania, these dreams were bursts of color and sound. Jumbled images that burned into one another, leaving me breathless and confused as I woke up each morning.

I wasn’t sure what it meant, but deep in the recesses of my mind—buried in the hollows of my heart and the grooves of my ribcage, it felt like something was waking up.

 

When I awoke that morning, finding Asher still peacefully asleep, I made my way downstairs. The stairs were silent beneath my feet, unlike the constant creak in my childhood home.

‘Someone’s making breakfast?’ Maya inquired, her ears perking as our mouth salivated. I could hear the snap and crackle of bacon hitting the frying pan as I padded down the stairs.

 

‘Ugh, what if it’s Brandon?’ I grunted, coming to a halt.

‘We can use the pan to knock him out, then take his food.’ Maya shrugged, not at all deterred by our mate’s younger brother. ‘Really, it’s a win-win in my eyes. And you know I’m rarely ever wrong.’

As I rounded the corner with my eyes narrowed and shoulders tense, I was surprised to see Zeke leaning against the counter. All anger-filled thoughts about assault by frying pan left my head, and my posture relaxed just a tad.

Zeke’s chestnut hair was a mess on his head, proof that he had just woken up. He was staying just a few houses down from us, which meant Asher’s kitchen was the last place he should have been.

What I noticed first was the powder blue apron wrapped around his neck. The waist ties hung useless at his side, much too short for his muscular form. On the front pocket, embroidered in gold cursive letters, was the name ‘Claire.’

A platter of steaming eggs sat on the island counter, flecked with salt and pepper as they teased my rumbling stomach. Next to it was an even larger platter, stacked with various pancakes. I noticed a few that seemed to have chocolate chips or blueberries inside, while another smelled strongly of banana.

“Morning.” Zeke called out over his shoulder, cursing when the bacon grease crackled and popped. His lopsided grin made me snort, “ Breakfast will be ready in ten.”

He had pulled just about everything out. Various breads and jams lined the counters, but my rumbling stomach pointed out an obvious lack of cereal.

shelf. The counter jabbed into my ribcage, but my fingers were still far below the assortment of

can you grab me a couple boxes of

cereal just out of my reach. Unlike when

brother that I had never asked for, eerily

would, Lola— really, but I’m making sure this bacon doesn’t b**n. I’m sure you understand since I’ve been slaving away at

grin was sweet in the same devious way Asher’s was whenever he had something

I smirked at the few steps back he took, pleased that I had at least put some strength into

the countertop. The marble dug into my knees, but I was able to see the row of cereal boxes. Grabbing the first fruity, sugar- packed cereal I could get my hands on, I began to inch off the

doing

fell on my hips squeezing lightly, I had wanted to believe it was Asher’s touch—because no one else in this house would dare. I knew that for a fact, which is why when

in his cyan eyes, making me wish I had

similar to Asher’s that it stoked the anger in my chest. He held some of those heartbreaking features my mate had, the ones that

forceful or gentle, were welcomed—but the touch of his brother, I wanted none of it. As far as I was concerned, he could take his oily smirk and frat

for Claire or Killian to hear and come storming down. Or worse, Asher. As much as I was ready to see Brandon get his a*s kicked, I really wanted some of

truly wounded and at war with the world. I gave him a look that portrayed how much I believed his eternal struggle, which wasn’t much. His next words, however, made me feel something more than just rage. His lips twitched into a smirk. His eyes, light where Asher’s were

voice became whisper soft, and the teasing in it was anything but friendly. “It’s easy to pretend

Brandon grabbed a chocolate chip pancake and strolled out of the

been at each other’s throats since they were kids. Feel free to kick Brandon’s a*s whenever you see fit, but just know

continued, holding up an empty carton of two dozen eggs. Shaggy hair fell onto his forehead. “I didn’t have

how I kicked Brandon across the kitchen.

hour ago.” Zeke shrugged, grabbing a stack of plates as he began placing some food onto his own. His voice was lighthearted and jovial as he bounced between sausage and biscuits, buttered toast,

you doing here, Zeke?” Asher asked after a few long

as I took it from him, I gave my rugged mate a grin. His hair was still messy from sleep, the long strands on the top fell

my own, the golden

any eggs. We

of twenty minutes to eat and enjoy our morning before getting to work. Asher and Zeke received a mind-link from Sean and

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