Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 244

Epilogue (Holly & Tristan)

Three Years Later – Holly’s P.O.V.

The breeze was blissfully cold against my skin, the sunlight a slight tingle that rippled over my exposed arms and shoulders.

Winter was approaching, tainting the air with its crisp scent. No matter how much I ventured outdoors and basked in the sunlight, I wasn’t sure I’d ever get enough. Even though I burned easily- thank you, Vampire genetics-it was a wonderful taste of freedom that I’d never take for granted.

The shrill screams of children playing pierced my eárs. I didn’t find it irksome the way some of the parents here did. Despite how loud they were, their wails were full of joy and innocence that could never be replicated or replaced.

I looked up from the stack of papers in my hands, focusing on the children racing across the mulch just ten feet away. The tiny font had been giving me a headache for the past two hours now.

“Honey, you need to stop and tie your shoe! You’re going to trip and fall.” The woman on the bench beside me shouted, wrapping her pea coat tighter around her wa!st when a breeze traveled through.

A little girl with sable pigtails halted in her tracks, her head turned in the direction of the woman’s voice. She got down on one knee, and tied the laces of her sparkly tennis shoes before taking off towards the monkey bars.

Someday soon, Lola’s twin’s would be running around this very playground. Just last month we’d all gathered for their first birthday. A daydream began to form in my head, painting an idyllic picture that felt like it belonged to some other girl and not myself.

It wasn’t just Lola’s twins running amok, climbing the jungle gym to race down the spiral slide. They were accompanied by another child, a little girl with Tristan’s golden hair and my pale eyes.

I shook my head, clearing the image from my mind. No matter how many therapy sessions I attended, there was this cloud of guilt that followed me, looming over my head and blotting out the sunlight.

Lola deserved her happily ever after. She’d fought tooth and nail for it. I didn’t fight for anything, yet here I was with a wonderful mate and a future ripe for the taking.

I wasn’t entirely sure I deserved any of it.

Another hour passed before the woman stood from the bench and corralled the little girl into their arms. Now alone, I basked in the warmth that k!ssed my skin, wishing it would ease the ball of nerves in my stomach.

I glared at the stack of papers on my la*p and sighed heavily. These would have to be dealt with.

There was no one else to pass them off on, unfortunately.

A shadow passed in front of my face, erasing the sun from view. I craned my head up to see Clara standing over me, a hand propped on her curvy h!p. Her lips were tilted in a knowing smile.

“How can someone look so miserable on a day like this?” She drawled before plopping down beside me.

of paperwork out

up, whipping my hair around my shoulders. Clara’s curls bounced happily.

Yeah, that doesn’t look like fun. What’s it

not figuring it out quite yet. The words printed were long and monotonous, drawn up by a

first page. It was a medieval-looking crest

my hands and squealed helped ease

it, was the

wanted to put more on her plate, so I told her I’d

and with its shiny new halls and state of the

the place is up and running.” I murmured with a heavy sigh. Taking the paperwork from Clara’s hands, I stared down

on my shoulder to

biting the inside of my cheek. “I -I just don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I mean, seriously. I’m not equipped to teach. I barely know enough about my own magic. This was

know, I’d love a teaching

eyes flicking over the paper and the stack

from the bench. Her hands were on my shoulders before I could think to react.

it?” I asked, a hint of skepticism

idea on what you can do.” She exuded smugness, which only made my curiosity worsen. More than anything,

desperation that swelled in my voice. “Well,

Headmistress Holly sound?” She asked, a

as I walk down the main hall of the Magisterium, my heels clicking against the freshly steamed tile, I couldn’t imagine myself anywhere

slowly dwindling away with each day that passed. I still

support system. I’d been too wrapped up in my head, too angry at the mistakes I made in the past, to

Carl, the janitor, said

on the pocket, I

this year.” He laughed, pulling out a small fire extinguisher

tried to stifle my laugh, it slipped out without warning. “I promise you, there won’t be a

was the target of a fiery mishap last year from one of our younger elementals. The girl hadn’t meant to hit him in the shoulder, but his clothes went up in flame, nonetheless. Thankfully,

to make a mistake or twelve before getting it right

such a good sport, and all too

less issues this year than ever before, and

in my hand were the students and their respective classes. Alongside their individual subjects

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