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.”

the crash of a vase against a hard floor. The crack of a bone snapped in two, it’s

a vase or a bone

It was Freya.

brittle edges of a chasm, her flesh began to

across her chest and cleavage. A

cracks flooding her body, a look of bewilderment

this magic!? No! No, it’s not possible. You're nothing! You're not powerful enough to kill

have to be as powerful as you, mother. You

his eyes were trained on my younger sister, I realized she was right. As disturbing as

was here with us, dealing one

face transformed as she opened her mouth and let loose a furious scream. Her jaw opened

alone was deafening, sending a sharp wave of pain straight into my head. I barely noticed the difference as I slammed my hands over my ears. Breyona's wolf was several feet away, writhing in pain

screeched, making a go at Holly

time, but this sound was one of agony. Everything from her kneecap down was gone, even the gown

fell to her knee's, her arms gone and shoulders quickly eroding. The screaming stopped when her face caved in, her jaw becoming just as brittle as the rest of her. Her eyes sunk into the hole in her face, followed by her nose and lips, melting into

there

Witch

Holly had killed her.

quickly her hair was ripped from her

was empty. His blood staining the grass

passed between us was panic. That panic quickly turned to grim realization when Breyona let out snarl that froze the

we turned to face the source of

like Tristan,

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 his hands, spreading his fingers before

a sob, one that caught the attention of Tristan and had him turning in our Direction. I recognized the

They were my father’s.

us. With the slickness of oil, they slid to

didn't belong to either Tristan or our father. It

hackles lifted as her body coiled,

mouth. Several times she mouthed the words, but it wasn't until the last time that they finally managed to

thing.”

had done, our father let out a

fled from the tree’s, melting into the night

in and out like an

their

I warned her, a hand

him would do no good, not when he was

father turned his head in my direction. A rueful

help but marvel at the

the world, and you’re

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 been

“Such a disappointment.”

flickered once, then twice, before sputtering out completely. Tristan, his body once more

quickly followed, kneeling at his side. Still pale faced and trembling, a broken sob tore itself from her chest as she gingerly turned his body over and laid him flat against

Breyona whispered

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

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

him warmed

until a certain blonde came to

struggling to

didn’t mind, though. Even with the dried 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 my cheeks. in slow circles, a glimmer

not an ounce of

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