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 splintered echo ringing in your
wasn’t a vase or a bone that created that
It was Freya.
Like the brittle 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
and cleavage. A third inched up her neck, cleaving her jawline
hands and the widening cracks flooding her body, a look of
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
have to be as powerful as you, mother. You killed him, and it's his
sister, I
felt like Tristan was here with us, dealing one
opened wider than it should
alone was 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
making a go at Holly
shards, raining down into the grass. Freya screamed a second time, but this sound
brittle as the rest of her. Her eyes sunk into the hole in her face, followed by her nose
seconds, there
Witch was
Holly had killed her.
seemed to notice, turning so quickly her hair was ripped from her face. There was only one
His blood staining the grass was the only thing
That panic quickly turned to grim realization
face the source of Breyona’s
Tristan, blonde hair
moved was off. Many times he'd look down
a sharp gust of air that fractured into a sob, one that caught the attention of Tristan and had
They were my father’s.
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 her delicate features in deep shadows
The voice that emerged didn't belong to either Tristan or
body coiled, seconds
them to her mouth. Several times she mouthed the words, but it wasn't until the last time that they finally managed
thing.”
daughter had done, our father let out a furious roar that sent the shadows scattering in all
into the night to escape the fury
father hadn't 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 on one station. The answer drifted through my
had bound their
don’t.” I warned her, a hand raised
do no good, not when
turned his head in my direction. A rueful smile crossed his face,
that I couldn’t help but marvel
world, and you’re too much
attempting to take a step but stumbling as he did so. The light in his eyes flickered
the same spot Freya had been
“Such a disappointment.”
then twice, before sputtering out completely. Tristan, his
itself from her chest as she gingerly turned his body over and laid him flat against
Breyona
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
dried. It ran down his sculpted cheek, past his rigid jawline and down his neck. A wound like
the sight of him
was, until a certain blonde came to
to
He held my face in his hands, running his thumbs over my cheeks. in slow circles, a glimmer of joy in his
replied, not an ounce of emotion
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