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! ”

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

onto me.” I whispered to Tristan

there were nothing but shadows. Clinging 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, and

wind tore past my ears, whipping my hair into a frenzy around my face, but it wasn’t air that had rushed into the warehouse. Heavy shadows, impenetrable in their absolute

a silent prayer that he’d

of the forest I followed, of damp soil and dewy leaves. As we ran out the back of the warehouse and

hold on my t-shirt and spun around, staring into the blackened doorway for but a fraction of a

she cursed and

She said darkly, looking back one last

speeds that made my stomach clench and unclench. In the back of my mind, behind the fear, angst, and guilt for Breyona’s parents, I had the urge to

to the notorious Alpha Asher, terrified not from the powerful witches chasing us,

the metal box we were riding in vanished. Even in total darkness, I could see the grey smoke that wafted into

with the scent of burning wood, but this—this

broke the silence, her eyes skewering

die or I’ll

serious, enough to make Tristan stiffen in the passenger seat. His eyes paled, narrowing in her direction, but she didn’t give him the slightest hint

hadn’t yet left the 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.

None of

off guard. I wasn’t sure what prompted me to say this, but I sounded so sure that it made me pause. A chill worked its way down my