Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 78 – “They’re going to be expecting you.” Alpha Asher frowned, but I had already made up my mind.

With Alpha Asher’s hand in my own, we fled from the forest and back to the packhouse. Rather than shed our clothes and shift into wolf form, we hopped into one of Asher’s vehicle’s and sped towards my Dad’s house.

“Alpha Bran?” I questioned.

“If he wasn’t content on being a f**king nuisance, his men would have been here by now.” Alpha Asher snarled, “We would have outnumbered them easily.”

“We can win against them, can’t we?” I asked, trying to keep the fear from warping my voice.

“I can’t speak for the Vampire’s training, but I’m confident in my pack.” Alpha Asher’s words held a certain conviction that filled me with strength. He was so sure of his pack, of their ability to handle this threat.

Just when we were a minute away, Mason’s voice filtered through our heads, making my blood run cold.

‘Alpha, we had to retreat back to the boarders. More Vampire’s showed, their forcing us back, trying to find a hole in our defenses. Their attacking from the northern side of town while another group is attacking from the southern side. It’s a distraction–we know that, but we can’t afford any more warriors.’

‘I need all warriors–anyone capable of fighting to head to the northern or southern patrol stations. Those of you in your homes, I would not ask if I had an alternative. Those of you able to fight, uninjured from past battles, head to the northern or southern patrol stations. Make them regret f**king with our pack.’ Alpha Asher snarled through the mind-link, his eyes hardening and hands tightening over the steering wheel.

Alpha Asher’s voice was that of a leader, strong and reassuring in the midst of chaos. His words stirred something within me, something that made me want to stand up and fight.

‘We won’t let them hurt our family.’ Maya snarled, affected by Alpha Asher’s words.

“You have a plan for this, right?” I gasped, my mind racing as I thought of Sean, Dad, and Grandma. I could only hope the Vampire’s had passed Breyona’s house, leaving her behind in their search for me.

“Of course.” Alpha Asher grunted, “I had many of my warriors from other cities travel here, some of the best are on their way. From what I heard; they were ahead of schedule.”

“Brittany–” I started, but Alpha Asher cut me off with a low growl.

“I will deal with her when this mess is sorted.”

“She might not have known. They could have let the information slip, knowing she’d plan on escaping.” I rushed out, my eyes narrowing as we drew closer to the house. “They could’ve planned all of this for the upper hand.”

“Or Brittany could be a spy.” Alpha Asher snapped.

“She could.” I agreed, “But, we need to hear her out first.”

Standing out front of the house were six figures, four dressed in dark clothing, their postures rigid and tense. My hammering heart dropped to my stomach as I was able to make out the grim faces of Sean and Breyona. The lights inside the house were on, and from a distance I could make out my Dad and Grandma’s worried faces as they peaked out the living room window.

I knew Dad was itching to go outside and defend his son, and I prayed to the Moon-Goddess that he would stay put. Dad had shattered his knee many years ago, and while it had healed, it still gave him trouble time to time. Grandma had a will of fire and obsidian, a force to be reckoned with but even she remained inside, most likely to keep my Dad from throwing himself out the door.

Both Sean and Breyona were standing their ground against four Vampires. In the hands of the Vampire’s, they held something that reflected the dull light of the streetlamps. The Vampire’s had come prepared this time; sporting knives coated in silver.

as pain flashed across his face, and my eyes were drawn low, to the crimson liquid leaking down his

flash of blonde hair–lighter than I had seen on a human came into view. Those eyes, Tristan’s eyes met my own as a smile fluttered

down her scalp. From behind, five more Vampire’s stalked under the dim streetlight, their eyes set on Breyona and Sean. Undoubtedly, they slipped through the patrol line, avoiding the

on his face. I was revolted at the sight of him, wondering how I could’ve ever felt attracted to such a

Asher snarled, jerking the car onto

of the Vampires from behind, knocking him off Sean. With a swift movement, Asher’s claws lengthened and raked across the Vampire’s throat. Thick

the Vampire’s, ducking as he swung the knife at my face. Time seemed to slow, and I met

Tristan snarled at the Vampires who

until my lengthened canines sunk into his neck. The feeling was oddly satisfying, like sinking your teeth into

had changed. Sean no longer had the upper hand against the Vampire’s and collapsed to the ground as the leather hilt of a knife protruded from his abdomen. Breyona lunged

open, and Dad came barreling down the steps. Grandma stood in the open doorway, her hand against her heart and a look of terror on

in my body bursting aflame,

in my limbs. My claws and canines lengthened on their own as I swiped at the Vampire in feral rage. Snarls and growls echoed across the quiet street, and I had realized those primal sounds were leaving

arms around Sean’s torso, glaring murderous daggers at the remaining Vampire’s. Making use of his time, Dad dragged Sean up the curb and onto the porch steps. I had but a moment to watch

in my nose. The Vampire beneath me was a b****y mass of torn flesh and muscle. His face was no longer distinguishable, though I knew

in the dress Breyona had given me, around three inches long. Protruding from the hole

pain had physically affected him. While

had been doused with cool water. Another Vampire stalked forward, landing a blow to her back that sent her to

hear the words that refused to

‘I’m sorry’

voice bellowed; one I hadn’t

voice, as they all froze, their eyes locked on the figure

blackened eyes that seemed to peer into the darkness around us. Realization hit me, followed by confusion. This was the Vampire I had seen in the clearing, the one that

Breyona turned and met his eyes, a strange emotion crossing her face as

Love

voice held the confusion that burned in my eyes. As he

Tristan.” Giovanni warned, his voice hard as a light accent curled his words. He approached Breyona’s form, clasping a hand around her arm as he

the

Lola.” Giovanni murmured; his voice soft as

looked into his eyes, a look I had seen only a

into my mind. Her gloomy mood, the questions

me the name

Giovanni

this?” Tristan spat, his icy eyes hardening as he took in the close

emotions difficult to falsify. “It is time you leave Lola alone, and allow her

grim and pale with anger. Two things happened simultaneously. Tristan lunged forward, with speed I had never anticipated, slamming into Giovanni. Giovanni had managed to