Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

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.”

I hadn't witnessed it myself, I wouldn't have known what to make of the sound. It was the crash of a vase against a hard floor. The crack of a bone snapped in two, it’s splintered echo ringing

or

It was Freya.

pale skin in two, began to widen. Like the brittle edges of a chasm, her flesh began to crumble. More and more cracks formed, each one stemming from the bloody handprints Holly had

down Freya's neck, another across her chest and cleavage. A third inched up her neck, cleaving

her hands and the widening cracks flooding her body, a look of bewilderment on her face.Something

You're not powerful enough to kill me!” She half-

powerful as you, mother. You killed

stared down 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 sort of beauty behind watching the Blood Witch crack and crumble

was here with us, dealing one final blow before his

furious scream. Her jaw opened wider than it should have, more cracks crawling up

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

go at Holly with her arms raised and

raining down into the grass. Freya screamed a second time, but this sound was one of

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

seconds, there

Blood Witch

Holly had killed her.

quickly her hair was ripped from

in was empty. His blood staining the

That

to face the source

like Tristan, blonde hair

as he scanned his surroundings, but it wasn't him. The way he moved was

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

They were my father’s.

just a few shades darker than Tristan’s stared out at us. With the slickness of oil, they

voice that emerged didn't belong to either Tristan or our father. It was an

hackles lifted as her body coiled, seconds

trembled as she brought them to her mouth. Several times she mouthed the words, but it wasn't until the

thing.” She

let out a furious

fled from the tree’s, melting into the night to escape the fury

a step before faltering. The light in his eyes flickered, deep blue fading in and out like

bound their life forces

her, a hand raised in her

no good, not when he

head in my direction. A rueful smile crossed his face, so

that I couldn’t help but marvel at the

All of the power in the world,

in his eyes flickered once again,

in the same spot

“Such a disappointment.”

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

followed, kneeling at his side. Still pale faced and trembling, a broken sob tore itself from her chest

Breyona

as I spun around, only to find myself steadied by a familiar face. Asher.My mind was so jumbled, my nerves so

dried. It ran down

him warmed me from the

certain blonde

stammered, struggling to find

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 of joy in his eyes at the fact that

He replied, not an ounce