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.”

sound. It was the crash of a vase against a hard floor. The crack of a bone snapped in

vase or

It was Freya.

to widen. Like the brittle edges of a

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

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

No, it’s not possible. You're nothing! You're not powerful enough to kill me!” She half- shouted at Holly, who stood there impassively, a look of detachment

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

Tristan’s body, noting how even in death his eyes were trained on my younger sister, I realized she

was here with us, dealing one final blow before his

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

noticed the difference as I slammed my hands over my ears. Breyona's wolf was

go at Holly with

her legs until 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

and shoulders quickly eroding. The screaming stopped when her face caved in, her jaw becoming just as brittle as the rest

there was

Witch was

Holly had killed her.

hair was ripped

staining

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

turned to face the

Tristan, blonde hair blowing

way he moved was off. Many times he'd look down at his hands, spreading his fingers before clenching them

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

They were my father’s.

slickness of oil, they slid to Holly's

Holly?” The voice that emerged didn't belong to either Tristan or

hackles lifted as her body coiled, seconds away

them to her mouth. Several times she mouthed the words, but it wasn't until the last time that they finally managed to

thing.”

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

night to escape

out like an old radio that couldn’t quite settle on

their life

a hand raised in her

him would do no good,

in my direction. A rueful smile crossed his face,

help but

heir. All of the power in the world, and you’re too much of a

his eyes flickered once again, his voice growing weaker

knees in the same spot

“Such a disappointment.”

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

a broken sob tore itself from her chest

Breyona

already shot nerves. Tree's blurred into one as I spun around, only to

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

sight of him warmed me

a certain

struggling to find the

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

He replied, not an

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