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.

thing I had because this week had barely

by in a 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

I bounced between warrior training, witch training, spending what little time I could manage with friends and family, and stuck in meetings with Zeke, Asher,

left a few men to scout the town the witches had once occupied, but none had showed up since. Just yesterday, he’d sent his Beta, who had been on leave taking care of his mate and newborn son, to Alpha Bran’s pack to act

human towns. Clara and Mason went with most of them, mainly because of Clara’s ability to tell if there was any magic cast

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

if I were drawing on dark

entered the training room, greeting an entire class full

neither one of us yielding until Emilia came in and began clapping. A truce was called, but

Thursday night when something changed—when the other shoe

forest the moment the sun had gone down. I could hear them whispering from where I stood on the balcony just outside

his damp hair tickling my cheek as he spoke, but I

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 me

shadows had finally come to a consensus. The lamp on our bedside table, which was currently on, began to

hovered over the carpet, writhing and twitching as it condensed into the form

was suppressing his surprise, but I felt it seep through

Newcomers, they have arrived…

whispered, dozens of voices overlapping one another

demanded, narrowing his golden eyes into a

ssspeak

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 could

arrived?” I asked

Vampiressss.

hiss lingered