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.”

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

it wasn’t a vase or a bone that

It was Freya.

arm, splitting 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,

her chest and cleavage. A third inched up her neck, cleaving her jawline in

a look of bewilderment on her face.Something in my gut told me this emotion was new to

is this magic!? No! 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

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

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

like Tristan was here with us, dealing one

furious scream. Her jaw opened

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 pain as tendrils of shadow danced off her fur-

She screeched, making a go at Holly with her arms

in a sea of cream-colored shards, raining down into the grass. Freya screamed a second time, but this sound

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

there was nothing

Blood Witch

Holly had killed her.

so quickly her hair was ripped from her face.

died in was empty. His blood staining

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

turned to face

like Tristan, blonde hair blowing

two feet 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

sob, one that caught the attention of Tristan and had him turning

They were my father’s.

the slickness of oil, they slid to

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

hackles lifted as her body coiled, seconds

the words, but

thing.” She

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

tree’s, melting into the night to

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

their

a hand raised in

do no good,

his head in my direction.

help but

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

did so. The light in his eyes flickered once again, his voice growing

to his knees 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

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 him

Goddess...” Breyona whispered

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

on his head that looked freshly healed. There was a 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 like that would’ve

wounded, the sight of him warmed me from the inside

a certain blonde

stammered, struggling to find the

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

He replied, not an