Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 136 – Even though the sun was up and he’d surely be heading to sleep soon, we went to talk to Giovanni first. I was eager to get my hands on the magical text he managed to get, especially since Cordelia called and said she’d be back this afternoon to perform the séance.

I put all of my focus towards getting this binding removed so I could get ahead of these witches and hopefully stop this mess in its tracks. There was every chance the witches working against us would find out and try to stop us, so the faster we moved the better.

‘You alright?’ Asher asked, his voice flowing through my head. He glanced over at me from the driver’s seat and took a hand off the wheel to place it on my t***h.

‘Yeah…’ I nodded and sank further into the seat. My pulse raced from the small touch, but it did nothing to steer my thoughts away from the stranger and how abrupt the c***h had been. My voice was strained when I asked, ‘would you believe I’m not in any hurry to get into another c***h?’

I hadn’t expected to find Rowena at the house so early. She was coming down the stairs as we walked inside and smiled once she noticed us. The sundress she wore reached her ankles and had little maroon flowers that matched the shade of her hair. The long layers were curled and framed her heart-shaped face.

“You like it? I got it at a little shop in town.” Her smile widened when she noticed me take in her outfit. “I’m wearing it to the bake sale today. Apparently a bake sale is much more exciting than what I was led to believe.”

“We’ll probably stop by sometime after the séance.” I replied, silently praying grandma would have leftover cookies in case we couldn’t make it.

Since this bake sale was in honor of Carson, I was positive there would be plenty of college kids ready to binge on a bunch of sweets. Grandma would be right in the line of fire and would love every chaotic second. She probably considered it a reward from all the stress baking she’d done last night.

“Cordelia called me this morning too! I’ll be there for the séance and from what I’ve heard your friend Breyona is coming as well.” Rowena smiled warmly, “are you coming as well, Alpha Asher?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it.”

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips, because there was no way my stubborn mate would let me call on the ghost of my d**d mother alone. We hadn’t at all discussed whether he’d come, but I knew he had made up his mind when I first told him Cordelia’s idea.

“Wonderful! I hope this afternoon gives you the answers you’ve been looking for.” The sincerity in her voice rang like a bell throughout the quiet house, along with the concern that slowly closed in. She paused by the front door, “actually, I wanted to speak with you about Holly…”

“Has everything been going alright with her training?” I asked, glancing upstairs to where her bedroom door was.

Rowena nodded and brushed back a thick curl of hair, “she’s starting out strong considering she’s never practiced magic a day in her life, but my concern for her isn’t of the magical variety.”

My eyebrows inched together, “then what kind is it?”

“Has Holly ever spoken to a therapist? You’ve briefly mentioned her life with your father, so I can’t presume to know everything, but enduring a situation like that is traumatizing. Trauma can stunt a witches progress and affect their magic.”

would’ve thought she sounded like a concerned mother. I wasn’t nearly as suspicious as Asher. From bone structure to even the

but it didn’t seem to be helping. I’ll have Tristan see if she’ll agree to it, and if she says yes I’ll find one that’s a good

to stop her before she left. I planned to ask Cordelia about the tracking spell when we met for our training session, but I didn’t see why

know anything about tracking

thought my question was odd, she gave nothing away. Instead, Rowena’s eyes lit up

a little on the subject. Were there any

created, and is there any way to

need something personal from the target, or some of their DNA. Also, they can only be tracked for so long. It all depends on the strength of the witch and how well she can concentrate. The only other kind of tracking spell would involve sigils, which we would’ve discovered the same time we revealed your binding mark.” Rowena replied, a self-satisfied smile on her face. “I’m a bit proud I remembered that. I would play hide and seek with the witch I grew up with using a tracking spell.

city market twenty minutes away. We had passed the cluster of small boutiques and restaurants on our way to the house. From the main road you could see some of the outdoor seating

of your hair when she was first in our house?’ Asher’s voice flooded my head, along with a heavy

was happy to see Rowena and Cordelia

nodded, because other than the lack of alarm bells going off in my head, I had nothing to prove her innocence.

his dark eyebrows

golden flakes in his eyes when his arm snapped out lightning fast. The last thing I felt before being pulled into his chest was a hand wrap around my wrist. Some of the playfulness faded from his eyes, turning the vibrant

had worked to protect the pack in the past. Everything had changed in such a short amount of time, and it was far from over. With vampires joining

man. I nibbled on my lower lip, pretending to think my answer through. The short strands of his hair tickled my hands as I wound my arms around

pinned me flush against him. I knew he wasn’t letting go anytime soon when he captured my lips and claimed

the air like a whip. I knew both from his words and from the severity in his voice that he was in a s****y mood. “If you make this house

also hadn’t tried to pull away. I took a few long seconds to enjoy his embrace, knowing it would p**s the cranky vampire off even more. Sure enough, he

a*****e because it’s past your bedtime?” I asked, meeting little resistance

stairs, paying no mind to Tristan who lingered close behind, waiting for her to speed

me eyeing her disheveled appearance, she nodded. “…my life is forever going to be erratic sleep schedules and emergency naps…a werewolf on

direction, which was currently hovering around the coffee pot in the

to be asleep and the sun-dweller that lives in this house think’s it’s funny to leave curtain’s open in the middle of the day.” His voice lowered and his jaw clenched so hard I was certain he’d

from the kitchen, “did you just call me a d**n sun-

it on purpose the first time. Second time was an accident, but he had to

matter, keep them closed.” Tristan scowled