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

a vase or

It was Freya.

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

and cleavage. A third inched

her body, a look of bewilderment on her face.Something in my gut told me this emotion was new

powerful enough to kill me!” She half- shouted at Holly, who

have to be as powerful as you, mother. You

I realized she was right. As disturbing as

felt like Tristan was here with us, dealing one final blow

jaw opened wider than it should have, more cracks crawling up her face from how taut her

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,

making a go at Holly with her

sea of cream-colored shards, raining down into the grass. Freya screamed a second time, but this sound was

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

seconds, there was nothing

Blood Witch was

Holly had killed her.

so quickly her hair was ripped from

was empty. His blood staining the grass was the

thing that passed between us was panic. That panic quickly turned to grim realization

we turned to face the source

like Tristan, blonde hair blowing

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

They were my father’s.

a few shades darker than Tristan’s stared out at us. With the slickness of oil, they slid to Holly's face, registering the grief that painted her delicate features in deep shadows and

belong to either Tristan

hackles lifted as her body coiled,

her mouth. Several times she mouthed the

thing.”

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

night to escape the fury

before faltering. The light in his eyes flickered, deep blue fading in and out like an old radio that couldn’t quite settle on

their life

I warned her, a hand

him would do no good, not when he was already

father turned his head in my direction. A rueful smile crossed his

help but

in the world, and you’re too much of a coward to use

light in his eyes flickered once again, his voice growing

fell to his knees in the same spot

“Such a disappointment.”

completely.

and trembling, a broken sob tore itself from her chest

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 nerves so raw, that I hadn't even felt the sparks licking over my skin

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

him warmed me from

was, until a certain blonde came

struggling to find the

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 of joy in his eyes at the fact that I-that

an ounce of emotion in his

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