Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

 Chapter 165 – “Don’t bother asking me what she was talking about back there, because I have no clue…and yes, I’m just as worried as you are.”‘ Tristan huffed from the passenger seat, his scowl directed out the window and towards the impenetrable wall of darkness that filled the forest and the night sky.

Most of his attitude was from the fact that I wouldn’t let him drive, but I needed the distraction since the fear in Cassidy’s voice continued to increase with each update she gave.

‘Lola, please tell me your close…’ Cassidy’s voice came through the mind-link as a whisper.

I slowed down to take the sharp curve up ahead, narrowing my eyes to peer through the darkness. Acting quickly, I showed Cassidy a quick mental image of the stretch of road we were on, and visibly jumped when her hushed whisper tore through my head faster than the shadows that dashed across the road to flee the cars bright headlights.

‘Turn onto the gravel road and take it to the (very) end. You won’t see me there…but you’ll see him.’

“What? Cassidy, why won’t you be there?” I hadn’t realized I’d asked out loud until Tristan turned to stare at me, his face strained and skin even paler than usual.

‘I’m hiding.’ Was all Cassidy said, followed by a shaky, “I swear I didn’t want to do it, Lola. You have to believe that.’

“She did something, she won’t say what.” I told Tristan, grinding my teeth as the gritty crunch of gravel sounded beneath the tires. “Goddess, I have a bad feeling about this.”

The dirt road Cassidy told us to drive down was narrow and curved in patterns that seemed to have no purpose other than to send us plunging further into darkness. The deeper we went the more the sickening feeling in my stomach grew.

The cars headlights only illuminated five or so feet in front of us and were our only source of light. I stopped just in time to avoid plowing through a chain draped across two poles hammered into the ground.

“Your Goddess isn’t here, Lola…but something is.” Tristan said darkly, narrowing his eyes at the obstacle blocking our way.

‘Cassidy, there’s a chain and a no trespassing sign here. We can’t go any further.’ I warned her, twisting, and turning my head for any signs of life or movement. Rolling down the windows increased the feeling of danger in my gut but gave us the chance to listen for anything within the forest.

‘Get out of the car and follow the trail on foot.’

“You didn’t say anything about a trail.” I replied both out loud and via mind-link, giving Tristan an uneasy look as I gripped the handle of the car door and slowly pushed it open.

“I don’t like this.” He muttered, getting out of the car, and walking around until he hovered close by. His eyes scanned the darkness, but I knew he saw nothing when his scowl deepened. “It’s not often I get creeped out, but this is…concerning.”

“The big bad vampire is afraid…” I chuckled weakly, wincing as the thud of the driver’s side door echoed loudly.

my spine, because for once the shadows weren’t fleeing. They stayed where they were, curious and patient as Tristan and I slid past the rusted

are we even looking for?” He asked several moments later, his voice muffled from the

warm as it coated our skin in a thin layer of sweat. We followed the winding trail until the tree’s began to disperse and a small clearing came into view. The canopy of

foul stench radiating from the camper, seeping from its slatted walls of sky-blue paint until the

you smell that?” Tristan whispered, his entire

nodded ever so slightly. “That smell…it’s a d**d

a while.” He murmured, eyes trained on the front door and

close. Together we approached the front door, both

last second I heard Cassidy’s gasp

‘Lola, don’t open that!’

the face and had to s*****w back chunks

angle so that his eyes were looking in the direction of the front door, the same one

a thin pocketknife, lodged just below his eye still within his orbital socket,

friend?” Tristan hissed under his breath and turned to look me in the face. His eyes

she

whimper filled my head. ‘Lola? Lola…you need to get out of the

grave and eyes sliding from Tristan’s face to that of Lars. Bile churned in my stomach as I

body lying on the couch, much more decomposed than

do we need to get out of the camper, Cass?

was already d**d.’ I swore I heard

need to get out of here?’ I repeated myself, this time hardening my tone until it

‘…because he moved, Lola.’

that the mark on my neck and the connection between a Vampire and it’s Queen weren’t quite like a mind-link or mate bond, a sort of understanding passed between the

words, our eyes slid to Lars’s corpse, which was now sitting upright on

I instructed her, swallowing a scream when Lars turned his head to stare into my face, the bones in his neck cracking and crunching from the movement

I understand.’ Her reply was

wrapped my hand around Tristan’s wrist