Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 141 – Asher would’ve k****d him on the spot with only my word as evidence. That was how much he trusted me, how much he wanted to protect me.

The gut-feeling twisting and tearing into my stomach like razor blades was telling me to scream for my mate-or worse, tear Lars’s throat out myself.

His lips curved up in an amused smile, which was my only warning that I had taken too long to answer. Keeping my eyes on his face and not on his boots was excruciating, but I wasn’t sure if he had seen me look the first time.

If this gut-feeling of mine was correct-which both witches said it would be, then that meant Lars was connected to all of this. Perhaps he was a puppet and not in league with the master herself. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t figure out what purpose a werewolf would have in helping the witches.

All the witches I had encountered were women. I wasn’t even sure if men could be witches. That made things a bit more confusing.

“Oh–that sounds fun!” I covered my croak with a laugh that probably sounded a little too chipper. Breyona noticed and gave me a funny look that I promptly ignored. “I’ll make sure Asher tags along since parties aren’t really his thing, so feel free to spread the word.”

“Awesome, will do.” He grinned and put his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. I watched his eyes roam just above my head, scanning the crowd of people around us.

“Looking for someone?” I asked, easing the suspicion out of my voice before it revealed itself. I wasn’t usually this tactless, but the sight of his boots caught me off guard.

“You seen Cassidy anywhere?” He asked, and his answer caught me off guard. I hadn’t expected him to be looking for the cheerful blonde who keyed his motorcycle. His lopsided grin told me he saw the skepticism in my eyes, so he raised his hands in surrender. “…hey, we talked it out, I swear! I actually got a date with her coming up, and I’m pretty excited. Anyway, I’m gonna go track her down. Thanks for helping me out, Luna! I won’t forget it!”

“If Cassidy didn’t strike me as the type of she-wolf to throttle a man, I might just be worried for her.” Breyona shook her head but paused when she realized I wasn’t listening. I felt her touch my arm but couldn’t tear my eyes away from where Lars vanished into the crowd. “…you alright, Lola?”

“Remember how you told me to let you know if I had any of those gut feelings?” I frowned, looking away even though something in the pits of my stomach whispered, ‘follow him’.

Asher was far enough away that I caught glimpses of him in between the crowds of people walking in every direction. Grandma was talking his head off, but I couldn’t hear what was being said with everything else going on.

“Oh, goddess–how bad is it?” She paled; any playfulness left drained from her voice.

murmured even though I was

on the color of chalk, but she

want to make sure I’m right before pointing any fingers. You know Asher won’t hesitate to k**l him off my word alone, especially since he’s been on

from Asher, but I knew how driven he could be by his instincts. It seemed to happen more frequently lately, but it made sense with

A flutter of appreciation took off in my chest

Asher …and don’t go off on your own looking for answers.” Her sharp features softened, only partially hiding

else, someone who could

the explosion of happiness on her

could she taste and feel the cold waters of the streams we would stop and drink at, inhaling the air of the forest-taking in the beautifully harsh world around us. Forever trapped reliving the bliss of the wind rushing through her

her, silently hoping it wouldn’t come to that-but there was no way I’d let

already feels weak–her wolf is on edge from being trapped…our kind isn’t meant to live like this.’ Maya whined,

shadows, there’s nothing I can do for her.’ I replied, and

she could see my internal battle, Breyona changed the subject

her?” She gasped, leaning in to whisper in my ear. “…the woman with your dad, is that his

bubbly but out of breath and spent the hour

I nodded, but my eyes didn’t move

Breyona’s voice softened as she said her

the middle-aged werewolf with thick salt and pepper hair, his flannel ironed and jeans unstained, Breyona watched the woman. Her honey blonde

as they faced the display cases. College students wandered down the

dozen. He looked down at the rows of heavily frosted cake, but really he was listening

lips twitched and she glanced my way