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.”

witnessed it myself, I wouldn't have known what to make of the sound. It was the crash of a vase

wasn’t a vase or a bone that created that

It was Freya.

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

her chest and cleavage.

at her hands and the widening cracks flooding her body, a look of bewilderment on her face.Something in my gut told me this

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

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

I realized she was right. As disturbing as it was,

us, dealing one final blow

her mouth and let loose a furious scream. Her jaw opened wider than it should have, more cracks crawling up her face from how taut her

difference as I slammed my hands

at Holly with her arms raised and

shards, raining down into the grass. Freya screamed a second time, but this

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,

seconds, there

Blood Witch was

Holly had killed her.

turning so quickly her hair was ripped from her face. There was

died in was empty. His blood staining the grass

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

face the

looked like Tristan, blonde hair blowing

The way he moved was off. Many times he'd look down at his hands, spreading

sharp gust of air that fractured into a sob, one that caught the

They were my father’s.

With the slickness of oil, they slid to Holly's face, registering the grief

did you do, Holly?” The voice that emerged didn't belong to either Tristan or our father. It was an amalgamation of

her body coiled,

brought them to her mouth. Several times she mouthed the

thing.” She

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

into the night to escape the fury of the

out like an old radio that couldn’t quite settle on one station. The answer drifted through my

their life

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

no good, not

his head in my direction. A rueful

I couldn’t help but marvel at

All of the power in the world, and

stumbling as he did so. The light in his eyes flickered once

in the same spot Freya had been

“Such a disappointment.”

before sputtering out completely. Tristan, his body once more an empty vessel, fell to the

sob tore itself from her chest as she gingerly turned his body

Breyona

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

of blood, but most of it had dried. It ran down his sculpted cheek, past his rigid jawline and down his neck. A wound like

wounded, the sight of him warmed me from

a certain blonde came to

to find

on his face that I hadn’t seen in months. He held my face in his hands, running his thumbs over my cheeks. in

He replied, not an ounce

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