Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 240

Chapter 240

“My Queen.”

Tristan, my first in command. The man I considered both a friend and a worthy enemy. A Vampire I had once hated with every fiber of my being, only to now trust him with every beat of my heart.

He was dead.

Cold. Unmoving. Not a spark of light in his eyes.

He pushed me out of the way. He took the blow that was meant for me. He gave his life for me and its broke Freya’s spell.

Tristan loved me.

Holly’s head was bowed, her hair a dark veil that covered her face as she wept. Her hands were stained red with Tristan’s blood, but she didn’t seem to notice. She continued clutching at his shirt, whimpering, and whispering under her breath.

Without warning the blood ruby unleashed a blast of light that left me seeing spots. Holly ripped the blade from Tristan’s unmoving chest, dropping it as though it were poisonous.

Freya’s face had lost its triumphant luster, taking on a more sinister expression. It looked like her skin had been pulled too tightly

over her bones, stretching across her face in a way that emphasized every dip and curve. Her cheeks were just a touch too hollow, her eyes bulged from their sockets ever so slightly. Her teeth pressed at her lips, pushing them outward.

Her eyes flickered from the dagger to where I sat in the grass, the start of some sickening plan or idea taking form in her head.

Before she could react-before any of us could react, Holly stumbled to her feet.

I should’ve noticed something off when she went silent, no longer crying or whispering under her breath.

Long strands of inky hair hung over her face, partially shielding it from view. From where I sat, I managed to catch a single glimpse of her eyes. My stomach plummeted as I took in the haunted light that filled her entire being.

Holly, the sister that betrayed me, the one I craved since I was a little girl, unleashed a wail that made my hair stand on end.

For a split second, I thought she was going to attack me. After all, it was my life Tristan died for. Never could I have anticipated

Holly charging at her own mother, grabbing onto her dress with blood-stained hands as she screamed and snarled like a wild animal.

“You killed him, you killed him, you killed him! Holly wailed, her voice cracking several times over.

Freya’s lips pulled back from her face in a distasteful sneer. “Get off of me, girl. Have some class. We do not cry over men.”

She shoved Holly away, who stumbled backwards but didn’t fall. Her shoulders were hunched as she took in breath after breath.

Bloody handprints littered Freya’s skin from where Holly had made a grab for her.

Digging my fingers into the dirt, I pushed myself off the ground and onto my feet. I inched closer to Breyona, hesitating when I caught the unearthly glow of magic in Holly’s eyes.

Suddenly, the bloody handprints on Freya’s body began to smoke.

Freya noticed the same time as I did. Her bulging eyes went wide, so wide that I could see the network of veins running across them like spider webs. Unlike normal veins, these ones were black-tainted with darkness.

“You... You dare use blood magic on me?”

She scoffed at Holly. “l am your mother.”

Holly didn’t so much as blink at her mother.

Her lips barely moved, forming words that came out as a cold whisper.

“You're nothing but an empty vessel.”

of a vase against a

it wasn’t a vase or a bone that

It was Freya.

her arm, splitting her pale skin in two, began to widen. Like the brittle edges of a chasm, her flesh began to crumble. More

another across her chest and cleavage. A third inched

widening cracks flooding her body, a look of bewilderment on

powerful enough to kill me!”

mother. You killed him, and it's his lifeblood that's killing

at Tristan’s body, noting how even in death his eyes were trained on my younger sister, I realized she was right. As disturbing as it was, there was a sick

like Tristan was here with us, dealing

she opened her mouth and let loose a furious scream. Her jaw opened wider than it should have,

I barely noticed the difference as I slammed my hands over my ears. Breyona's wolf was several

go at Holly with her

down into the grass. Freya screamed a second time, but this sound was one of agony. Everything from her kneecap down was gone, even the gown she wore had crumbled. Her arms went next, showering the earth and

in, her jaw becoming just as brittle as the rest of her. Her eyes sunk into the

there

Blood Witch was

Holly had killed her.

seemed to notice, turning so quickly her hair was ripped from her face. There was only one

His blood staining the grass was the

through, the only thing that passed between us was panic. That panic

turned to face the source of

Tristan, blonde hair blowing

standing on two feet as he scanned his surroundings, but it wasn't him. The way he moved was off. Many times he'd look down at

of air that fractured into a sob, one that caught the attention of Tristan and had him turning in our Direction.

They were my father’s.

oil, they slid to Holly's face, registering the grief that painted her delicate

voice that emerged didn't belong to either Tristan or our

as her body coiled, seconds

times she mouthed the words, but it wasn't until the last

thing.”

daughter had done, our father let out a furious roar that sent the shadows scattering in

into the night to escape the fury of the resurrected

deep blue fading in and out like an old radio that couldn’t quite settle on one station. The answer

had bound their life

don’t.” I warned her, a hand raised in her

would do no good, not when he was

turned his head in my direction.

help but marvel at

world, and you’re

to take a step but stumbling as he did so. The light in his eyes flickered once

fell to his knees in the same spot Freya had

“Such a disappointment.”

sputtering out completely. Tristan, his body once more an empty

faced and trembling, a broken sob tore itself from her chest as she gingerly turned his body over and laid him flat against

Goddess...” Breyona whispered

of someone standing close by was like an electrical pulse to my already shot nerves. Tree's blurred into one as I spun around, only to find myself steadied by a familiar face. Asher.My mind was so jumbled, my nerves so raw, that I hadn't even felt the sparks licking

had a wound on his head that looked freshly healed. There was a lot of blood, but most of it had dried. It

him warmed me from the

was, until a certain

stammered, struggling to find

blood smeared across his cheek, there was a look of peace on his face that I hadn’t seen in months. He held my face in his hands, running his thumbs over

not an ounce

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