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 two, it’s splintered echo ringing in

vase or

It was Freya.

splitting her pale skin in two, began to widen. Like the brittle edges of a chasm, her flesh

cleavage. A

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

kill me!” She half- shouted at Holly, who stood there impassively, a look of detachment marring

have to be as powerful as you, mother. You

words rang 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

was here with us, dealing one final blow before his soul slipped

transformed as she opened her mouth and let loose a furious scream. Her jaw opened wider than it should have, more cracks

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

Holly with her arms raised

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 kneecap

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

there was nothing

Blood Witch

Holly had killed her.

seemed to notice, turning so quickly her hair was ripped

staining the grass was

panic. That panic quickly turned to grim realization when Breyona

turned to face the

Tristan,

standing on two feet as he scanned his surroundings, but it wasn't him. The way he moved was off. Many times he'd look

that caught the attention of Tristan and had him turning in our Direction. I recognized the eyes I stared

They were my father’s.

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

belong to either Tristan or our father. It

as her body coiled, seconds away

mouthed the words, but it wasn't until the

right thing.” She

out a furious roar that sent the shadows scattering

the night to escape the fury of

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

bound their life

don’t.” I warned her, a hand raised

would do no good, not when he

father turned his head in my direction. A rueful smile

couldn’t help but marvel at

heir. All of the power in the world, and

in his eyes flickered once again, his voice growing weaker

knees in the same

“Such a disappointment.”

sputtering out completely. Tristan, his body once more an empty vessel, fell to

quickly followed, kneeling at his side. Still pale faced and trembling, a broken sob tore itself from her chest as she gingerly turned his body

Breyona whispered

to my already shot nerves. Tree's blurred into one as I

had dried. It ran

sight of him warmed me from

until a certain blonde came

struggling to find

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,

not an

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