Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Alpha Asher Novel [by Jane Doe] Chapter 182

“Oh, Lola.” Ember sang, “Why don’t you come out before I start losing my patience? Wouldn’t you rather walk out with dignity than have Tessa here use her vines to drag you out by your ankles? We’ll even let your little friends go…so long as you don’t put up a fight.”

“Lola, did I not tell you to get the hell out of here?” Deacon rumbled, cursing under his breath.

Ember turned her attention to the hulking Vampire that had spoken and smiled dryly.

“Deacon, you never planned on accepting our offer, did you?” She tutted, eyes flaming with vicious excitement. “I’ll admit, as much as your loyalty would’ve made things easier, I’d much rather watch you all burn.”

As the air around her began to shimmer with heatwaves, I had one thought.

We needed to get the hell out of here, right now.

No sooner than the statement had crossed my mind, the exit doors just a few rows behind us were torn open. Blasted so hard by a gust of wind, they slammed into the walls on either side. The deafening clatter echoed throughout the entire warehouse, while the scent of crisp air filled my nostrils.

“Really, you’re going to take the cowards way out and run?” Ember scoffed, sounding truly disappointed. “I have no intentions on chasing you, but Tessa here, she’s more than ready for a rematch.”

“Tell Bridgette the truth about what happened to me, Lola. She deserves that much.” Deacon grunted.

Dina shouted before I could, her voice even more vicious than Ember’s. “Don’t you dare, Deacon!”

Deacon then barked. “Now get the fuck out of here! ”

and for some reason, that fact didn’t sit right with me. I had no warm and fuzzy feelings for the man, but if he were willing to die for a few seconds of time, the least I could do was fight for him. There was no part of me that wanted to sit down with Bridgette and explain to her how her mate had died, so I

I whispered to

to every tree, leaf, and dark crevice in the forest, they lingered and watched. Like a million beady eyes turning my way, I could feel their attention shift to me. When I commanded them this time around, I didn’t use words. Somehow, the shadows knew what I wanted,

frenzy around my face, but it wasn’t air that had rushed into the warehouse. Heavy shadows, impenetrable in their absolute darkness, filled the room like a cloud

I could do for Deacon was send out a silent prayer that he’d make it

damp soil and dewy leaves. As we ran out the back of the warehouse and

released her hold on my t-shirt and spun around, staring

she cursed and took a deep

last

a minute later the three of us were in a dark-colored minivan, whizzing down the backroads at speeds that made my stomach clench

the Vampire Queen and Luna to the notorious Alpha Asher, terrified

metal box we were riding in vanished. Even

much, filling the air and tainting it with the scent of burning wood, but this—this was

her eyes skewering me through the rearview

mate don’t die or I’ll hand your ass over to them

more than serious, enough to make Tristan stiffen in the passenger seat. His eyes paled, narrowing in her direction, but

building. Each of their faces flashed in my mind, not as friend or foe, but as innocent people with hopes and dreams of their own. Every single one of them were living on the run, never settling down, never seeking out the

die. None of

so sure that it made me pause. A chill worked its way down my spine, so strong that I had to bite my tongue