Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 157 – On the bright side, Asher was no longer snarling and frothing out the mouth. The only caveat was that my fickle magic hadn’t taken away the rest of his anger, because without an explanation or apology, he turned around and grabbed Clint by the shirt a second time.

The battered but slowly healing Judge was thrown to his knees just a few feet in front of me. Even though his face was a mottled and swollen mass of flesh, he managed to hold onto the air of superiority that clung to him. Its strength surpassed that of the scent of blood, and was stronger than the expensive cologne he wore, that even now I could smell.

When Asher spoke his voice resembled the endless pit I had seen in his eyes, the very one I somehow chased away using magic. His hair wasn’t even disheveled from the fight–his heart rate barely elevated. His spine was made of pure steel, as rigid and unbreakable as his stance.

Clint Armstrong sucked in a deep, shaky breath and spat a wad of saliva and blood at my feet.

Before Maya could snarl in outrage, Asher moved. Without an ounce of hesitation he turned crushed his knee into Clint’s nose. I remained stoic even though the sound of Clint’s nose shattering made me want to cringe. Even when fresh blood splattered across the tops of my white shoes, I remembered my title and who I was to these people.

I’d always be a warrior–a protector, but the honor of being Luna came first. I couldn’t openly challenge Asher, not in this way and certainly not after Clint disrespected me so badly, but I couldn’t let him m****r the man either. No matter how inexcusable Clint’s actions were, he had just lost his only son.

“I’m sorry.” He said through gritted teeth stained red with blood, eyes glittering with hate.

The crimson liquid ran down his nose, which was now bent at an odd angle and lightly swollen.

“Mean it.” Asher snarled, glowering down at him. He bent down to Clint’s level and tilted his head when the older werewolf flinched. “…and use her title.”

I could feel Asher was nearing that dark place I had pulled him from and sent my thoughts careening into the middle-aged wolf’s mind. His pain was the soul-deep kind that came with losing a child, even though Cassidy let it slip he and Devin rarely spoke. Only when Devin needed something or had gotten himself into trouble did he call on his father-not that Clint minded since he was often busy with work.

There was nothing on my face that would give me away as I snarled at the man knelt before me, seconds away from what was becoming his e*******n.

‘For f***s sake, Clint. You can’t get vengeance or whatever it is you’re after if you’re d**d. You went to Law school, which means you’re most likely a good liar. Just apologize and mean it before he kills you.’

Clint took a staggering breath and let out a nasty cough. The whites of his eyes were tinted red from his blood. They were wide with fear, absent of the hate and rage that had previously poured from their depths.

“I’m-I’m sorry, Luna…what I did was inexcusable. My son…” He stammered; his voice gritty with emotion. “I was so angry and upset…I–I should’ve never spread those lies about you.”

Oh, he was good.

weren’t for the persistent feeling in my gut, I would’ve never

stared at him for a long moment, and finally acting on that sense of self-preservation, Clint avoided making

and it’s you who should decide his fate.” He said, eyes swiveling to my face. They were a warm chocolate brown, which wasn’t close enough to his honey shade to ease my

stare pinned on Clint’s slowly healing face, counting the seconds as his

who caused irreparable damage by feeding the media a false story, or my stoic mate who could taste every fiber of my anger and matched

relieved sigh sounded from Clint’s

a pinch of magic. There

didn’t break my stride as I climbed the stairs and nodded at a stone-faced

the stairs could be heard before he called out to the small crowd.

back door to Town Hall was Zeke slinging a partially unconscious Judge

his office, I would’ve never

you doing?” Asher’s rough voice filled the space behind me, and I whirled to find him standing across

time out the window, I watched as the larger crowd out front began to disperse. The metal curtain rings scratched against the rod as I flung them

“This office is soundproof.”

scoffed under my breath, and slowly turned around to

crossed the room and headed for the executive desk covered in paperwork. The calm way he lowered himself into the chair sent a rush of

slowly, using what little restraint I had to keep myself from storming over

other side and speak to him like I were nothing more than a

abandoned my spot by the window and walked over to his desk slowly, stalking him like a wolf would her prey. His eyes narrowed as he read the challenge in my movements, but he remained seated, even as I came to a stop on the other

myself into the chair like a good Luna and mate would

but my anger quickly won out and put an

it. How else do you expect him to respond?” I snapped, and the feeling of splintered wood

didn’t fumble for an answer and replied without paused, “With