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.”

known what to make of the sound. It was the crash of a

vase or a bone that created that

It was Freya.

edges of a chasm, her flesh began to crumble. More and more cracks formed, each one stemming from the bloody handprints Holly had left on her

and cleavage. A third

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

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

don't have to be as powerful as you, mother. You killed him, and it's

on my younger sister, I realized she was right. As disturbing as it was, there

was here with us, dealing one final

Her jaw opened wider than it should have,

noticed the difference as I slammed my hands over my ears. Breyona's wolf was several feet away, writhing in pain as tendrils of shadow danced off

Holly with

into the grass. Freya screamed a second time, but this sound was one of agony. Everything from her kneecap down was

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

there was

Blood Witch

Holly had killed her.

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

in was empty. His blood staining the grass was the only

That panic quickly turned to grim realization when Breyona let out snarl that froze

face the

Tristan,

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 clenching

caught the attention of Tristan and had him turning in our Direction. I recognized the eyes

They were my father’s.

blue just 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

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

her body coiled, seconds

her mouth. Several times she mouthed the words, but it wasn't until the

right thing.”

let out a furious roar that sent the shadows

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

in his eyes flickered, deep blue fading in and out like an old

had bound their

a hand raised in her

him would do no good, not when he was already

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

I couldn’t help but marvel at the

the world, and you’re too

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

to his knees in the same spot Freya

“Such a disappointment.”

completely. Tristan, his body once

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

Goddess...” Breyona

understand why until I felt a touch at my back. The sensation 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 over

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

wounded, the sight of him warmed me from the inside

until a certain blonde came to

struggling to find the

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

dead.” He replied, not an