Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 200

There wasn’t much of a sleepover after that, though it wasn’t for a lack of trying.

Cassidy and Clara could feel the tension in the room and knew from the looks on our faces that what we talked about hadn’t been good. Soon after wrapping up, Breyona came downstairs, her eyes raw and red with the opened envelope clutched in her hand.

I knew Breyona needed space, but I also knew that leaving her alone wasn’t the right thing to do. It didn’t take much convincing to get her to say, but I think deep down she wanted someone to confide in, someone who understood.

After promising Cassidy I’d show up to training tomorrow, she and Kendrick left, following Mason and Clara. The four planned on going out for drinks, and I was glad they were able to continue their night. Staying here would’ve just meant d******g in all of our foul moods.

Holly decided to stay, and I found I was genuinely glad she did, even if she had to leave early the next day for a therapy appointment.

Late in the night, Breyona, Holly, and myself curled up on the massive bed Asher had made for us, swapping stories in the dim lights draped around the beds canopy.

Breyona talked about the letter her parents had left her, breaking down halfway through as sobs wracked her body. I’d been stunned when Holly wrapped her arms around Breyona and I, hugging us both. I’d never gotten close enough to her to notice before, but her scent was light and held hints of elderberry and rose.

The letter written by her parents was a goodbye of sorts, a piece of themselves too sad to dare read out loud. Just hearing about it made my eyes water and fill with tears. I pictured my own mom, and all of the good and bad memories between us.

They had told her how much they loved her, how proud they were, and how she’d never be alone, not for one second. Every step of the way, every milestone in her life, they would be there.

Hearing Breyona talk about the letter prompted Holly to mention her own parents. I’d never pressed the topic with her out of fear that she’d shut down and close me off even more than I already was, but as she talked I listened with unbridled interest.

It had been a padded, golden-plated prison she’d lived in during her time with our father, and while she’d grown to hate every second of it, there was a time where she wanted nothing more than to make him proud. Only when she realized how impossible that was, did she finally crave true freedom.

She had a longing for the mother she’d never met, the one currently trying to enslave me, but it was tainted with disappointment. Nothing would change the Blood Witch’s path, not even the daughter she’d never met.

After hearing Holly talk about her hopes, dreams, and pain, I felt I trusted her enough to talk about what I’d just learned. I hadn’t realized how much I needed this, venting in the dark to two people who I trusted, who understood in their own ways.

had because this week had

blur, each one melting into the next. The entire pack was tense, all of us going back to our normal routines as if everything wasn’t falling apart. Between the lingering stares and whispers whenever I went out in public, it felt like everyone was holding their

spending what little time I could manage with friends and family, and stuck

his Beta, who had been on leave taking care of his mate and newborn son, to Alpha Bran’s pack to

and Mason went with most of them,

up with practicing Conjuration, and as easy as it was becoming, I was still utterly exhausted after every attempt. I’m sure it didn’t help that there was a new stressor involved, one that had me questioning every move I made incase I somehow pulled magic from the

I’d know if I were drawing on dark magic, but the fear still

as he entered the training room, greeting an entire class full of students. When he turned to introduce himself,

neither one of us yielding until Emilia came in and began clapping. A truce was called, but I know I would’ve won had we kept going for just a few more minutes. Funny enough, Chris

was Thursday night when something changed—when

the moment the sun had gone down. I could hear them whispering

hair tickling

were trying to work up the courage to come closer, to speak to me directly. Their slippery little voices had grown in angst after I’d learned it was my family line that created them, and that it hadn’t been conjuration that allowed

shadows had finally come to a consensus. The lamp on our bedside table, which was currently on, began to flicker. When it sputtered out, cloaking the room in absolute darkness, I noticed the shadowy mass that

hovered over the carpet, writhing and twitching as

nearby, his arm around my waist as he stared at the shadows. He was suppressing his surprise, but I felt it seep through

Newcomers, they have arrived…

overlapping one another as they spoke almost

his golden eyes

not ssspeak

my body tensed, right down to my fingers and toes. I locked eyes with my mate, both of us wondering if we’d heard the same thing and if we had, what it

has arrived?” I asked them.

Vampiressss.

lingered