Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

There was an itch I needed to scratch, a burning curiosity I needed resolved before I could give him what he wanted.

“How do you know about my magic? As far as I know, it’s passed down through my…my grandmother, but it was kept a secret for the most part.” I grimaced.

“It was kept a secret because my father despised witches and their magic. My brother, on the other hand, saw only power. Unfortunately for him, our mother died before he ever got the chance to use her in his plans.” Deacon replied, then let out a snarl. “I’ve been more than accommodating considering I haven’t had you k****d on the spot. I won’t tell you again, niece or no. What do you know about Bridgette?”

I’d never been a cruel type of person, nor was I someone who lorded information over another person’s head, but there was something about Deacon that provoked that side of me. Perhaps, it was his attitude and the way everything he said felt like a challenge, but I couldn’t help but feel that a Queen -his Queen, wouldn’t take kindly to someone telling her what to do.

‘Neither would a Luna. ‘ Maya grumbled, her hackles rising. ‘I say stickit to him.’

I wanted to, but I had to keep my wits. Asserting myself as his Queen was a must, but I couldn’t threaten him, his mate, or any other Vampire in the process.

“From where I stand, neither one of us have any room to be making demands of the other. I have no intentions on harming Bridgette, just like you won’t harm Tristan and me. Next time you think to demand something from me, remember that I am your Queen. You might’ve been banished when your brother was in rule, but not anymore.”

Deacon threw his head back and laughed, but it wasn’t a sound of joy.

my brother –

ground and shook my head

against one another. What I want is to end that, once and for all. No more sides, no more forcing witches into hiding or barring Vampire’s from living on an Alpha’s lands. It’s what Asher and I want, which is exactly

creeping across Deacon’s face, I was sure he was going to belt out some vicious retort, but Tristan’s voice pierced

needs since becoming Queen, and you have

seemed to halt Deacon’s retort in its tracks, giving me a moment to slip in

magic, but I did not fatally harm any of them. It was the Blood Witch that k****d them, all of them except for Bridgette. She slit their

them sharing a knowing look that made goosebumps pebble along my skin. After

they just wanted to talk, but I figured anyone who wants to ‘just talk’ isn’t willin’ to m****r innocent people in the process, you know?” Dina frowned, “Deacon was at an old supermarket in town, hiding out until the sun set. He was getting us all some food before some of the other Vampire’s started killin’ humans, so he missed the witches showin’ up. I didn’t want anythin’ to do with them, was about to

pitch their grand plan to Bridgette, Dina, and I. I heard them out, then

stopped by Tristan’s steadying

– what was

that this was it -that I’d finally understand what the h**l was going on. More than anything, I needed to know why these witches wanted me so badly, why