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.

even though I was positive he

face took on the color of chalk, but she nodded, “…you know this is technically treason,

know Asher won’t hesitate to k**l him off my word alone, especially since he’s been

to happen more frequently lately, but it made sense with everything going

my stomach into knots. A flutter of appreciation took off in my chest because the look on her face

don’t go off on your own looking for answers.” Her sharp features softened, only partially hiding the flash of pain in her eyes. “…you can always call

else, someone who

was thinking back to when she had truly been whole. Even though I saw the explosion of happiness on her face every time Giovanni stepped into her line of view, I knew she’d always

would stop and drink at, inhaling the air of the forest-taking in the beautifully harsh

you.” I told her, silently hoping it wouldn’t come to that-but

is on edge from being trapped…our kind isn’t meant

than make another deal with the shadows, there’s nothing I can do for her.’ I

see my internal battle, Breyona changed the subject to something

to whisper in my ear. “…the woman with your dad, is that his

rundown of everything that happened. She answered the phone bubbly but out of breath and spent the hour gasping as I told her about Brandon

her…” I nodded, but my eyes didn’t move

beautiful.” Breyona’s voice softened

pepper hair, his flannel ironed and jeans unstained, Breyona watched the woman. Her

booths directly across from one another, their backs turned as they faced the display cases. College students wandered down the

looked down at the rows of heavily frosted cake, but really he was listening to what Flora was

snorted quietly. Breyona’s lips twitched and she glanced my way with a budding grin on her