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.”

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

wasn’t a vase or a bone

It was Freya.

as a hairline crack running down her arm, splitting her pale skin in two, began to widen. Like the brittle edges of a chasm, her flesh began

across her chest and cleavage. A third inched up her neck,

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

You're nothing! You're not powerful enough to kill me!” She half- shouted at Holly, who stood there impassively, a look of detachment marring

don't have to be as powerful as you, mother. You

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

with us, dealing one final blow before his

loose a furious scream. Her jaw opened wider than it should have, more cracks crawling

deafening, sending a sharp wave of pain straight 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

She screeched, making a go at Holly with her arms raised and hands

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

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

there

Blood Witch was

Holly had killed her.

her hair was ripped from

blood staining the grass was the only thing that

That

face the source

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

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

They were my father’s.

at us. With the slickness of oil, they slid to Holly's face, registering

didn't belong to

as her body coiled,

she mouthed the

thing.”

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

into the night to escape the fury of the

so much as taken a step before faltering. The light in his eyes flickered, deep blue fading in and out like an old radio that couldn’t quite settle

had bound their

don’t.” I warned her, a hand

no good, not

father turned his head in my direction. A rueful smile crossed

that I couldn’t help but marvel

the world, and you’re too much of

light in his eyes flickered once again, his voice growing weaker with

to his knees in the same spot Freya had been

“Such a disappointment.”

completely. Tristan, his body

Still pale faced and trembling, a broken sob tore itself from her chest as she gingerly turned his body over and laid him flat

Goddess...” Breyona whispered

an electrical pulse to my already shot nerves. Tree's blurred into one as I spun around, only to find myself steadied by

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

of him warmed me

a certain blonde came to

struggling to find

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

replied, not an ounce of

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