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.

frowning when I noticed a row of colorful boxes on the top shelf. The counter jabbed into my ribcage, but

grab me a couple

stretched upwards, to the cereal just out of my reach. Unlike

an infuriating older brother that I had never asked for,

bacon doesn’t b**n. I’m sure you understand since

in the same devious way

smirked at the few steps back he took, pleased that I had at

onto 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

even doing

hands 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 I spun around and landed a sharp

me wish I had kicked even harder. He stumbled backwards, the kitchen

stoked the anger in my chest. He held some of those heartbreaking

it. As far as I was concerned, he could take his oily

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

much. His next words, however, made me

and the teasing in it was anything but friendly. “It’s easy to pretend your normal when my brother’s hand isn’t around your

those final words, Brandon grabbed a chocolate

a thing for you.” Zeke snorted but gave me a reassuring grin. “They’ve 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 he’s

of two dozen eggs. Shaggy hair fell onto his forehead. “I didn’t have

woke up half an hour later, his dark eyebrows inching closer together as Zeke recounted how I kicked Brandon across the kitchen. I had to

and jovial as he bounced between sausage and biscuits, buttered toast, and roasted potatoes. “He’s still good at stirring up s**t and running. Nice to

are you doing here, Zeke?” Asher asked

I gave my rugged mate a grin. His hair was still messy

my own, the golden hues swirling

have any eggs. We

work. Asher and Zeke received a mind-link from Sean and Mason,

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