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.”

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

vase or a

It was Freya.

her 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

cleavage. A third inched

look of bewilderment on her

possible. You're nothing! You're not powerful enough to kill me!” She half- shouted at Holly, who stood

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

I realized she was right. As disturbing as it was, there was a sick sort of beauty

Tristan was here with us, dealing one

jaw opened

head. I barely noticed the difference as I slammed my hands over my ears. Breyona's wolf was several feet away,

She screeched, making a go at Holly with her

her flesh crumbled in a sea of cream-colored shards, raining down into the grass. Freya screamed a second time, but this sound was one of agony. Everything from her kneecap down was gone, even the gown she wore had crumbled. Her arms went next, showering the

her jaw becoming just as brittle as the rest of her. Her eyes sunk into the hole in her face, followed

there was

Witch was

Holly had killed her.

seemed to notice, turning so quickly her hair was ripped from her face. There

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

locked eyes, and despite everything we'd been through, the only thing that passed between us was panic. That

to face the source of

like Tristan, blonde hair blowing

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

fractured into a sob, one that caught the attention

They were my father’s.

us. With the slickness of oil, they slid

voice that emerged didn't belong to

hackles lifted as her body coiled, seconds away from

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

right thing.”

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

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

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

their

a hand raised in

would do no good, not when he was

direction. A rueful

that I couldn’t help but marvel

world, and

a step but stumbling as he did so. The light in his eyes flickered once again, his voice growing weaker with every breath that rattled in his

the same spot Freya

“Such a disappointment.”

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

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

Breyona

one as I spun around, only to find myself steadied by a

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

wounded, the sight of him warmed me from the

a certain blonde came

stammered, struggling to

peace on his face that I hadn’t seen in months. He held

He replied, not an ounce of

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