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.”

what to make of the sound. It was the crash of a vase against a hard floor. The crack

wasn’t a vase or a

It was Freya.

skin in two, began to widen. Like the brittle edges of a

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

cracks flooding her body, a look of

this magic!? No! No, it’s not possible. You're nothing! You're not powerful enough to kill me!”

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

in my ears. As I 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 sick sort of beauty behind watching the Blood Witch crack and crumble like old

with us, dealing one

scream. Her jaw opened

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

She screeched, making a go at Holly with

shards, raining down into the grass. Freya screamed a second time, but this sound was

screaming stopped when her face caved in, her jaw becoming just as brittle as the

there was

Witch

Holly had killed her.

was ripped from her face. There was only

staining the grass was the only

That panic quickly turned to grim realization when Breyona let out snarl that

turned to face the source of Breyona’s

Tristan, blonde hair

he scanned his surroundings, but it wasn't him. The way he moved was

caught the attention of Tristan and had

They were my father’s.

stared out at us. With the slickness of oil, they slid to Holly's face, registering the grief that painted

belong to either Tristan or our father. It

as her body

brought them to her mouth. Several times she mouthed the words, but

thing.”

father let out a furious roar that sent the

from the tree’s, melting into the night to

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

their life

I warned her, a hand

do no good, not when he

in my direction. A rueful smile crossed

that I couldn’t help but marvel

All of the power in the world, and you’re too much of a coward to

take a step but stumbling as he did so. The light in his eyes flickered once again,

the same

“Such a disappointment.”

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

tore itself from her chest as she gingerly

Breyona

I felt a touch at my back. The sensation of someone standing close 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 nerves so raw, that I hadn't even felt the

had a wound 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

sight of him warmed me

certain

stammered, struggling to find

the dried blood smeared across his cheek, there was a look of peace on his face that I hadn’t seen in months. He held my face in his hands, running his thumbs over my cheeks. in slow circles, a glimmer of joy in his eyes at the fact that I-that we, were

an

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