Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

“What the f**k?” I deadpanned, staring at what could easily be my father’s clone like the man himself had risen from the grave and sewn his head back on.

I couldn’t process the thoughts churning in my head enough to formulate any other response, but I couldn’t help but feel as though those three words summed things up brilliantly.

He had the same thick hair, composed of the darkest onyx, that Holly and I inherited, along with the startling eyes. His build was definitely larger than my father’s, but his face, the wide-set jaw and sloped nose-that was the same.

The man who claimed to be my uncle – as if that wasn’t the weirdest thing I’d ever said, raised one of his dark eyebrows. “Well said.”

“You’re Deacon?” I managed, my voice a touch suspicious.

He nodded imperceptibly, “That’s what I’m called.”

“The former King doesn’t have a brother. I spent nearly all of my time by his side, and never had he mentioned a brother. How is this possible?” Tristan grimaced, hovering protectively at my side.

Deacon snorted at Tristan’s reaction, his broad shoulders shifting in the process. The other Vampire’s in the warehouse, the one’s he’d been conversing with, stared with equal parts curiosity and contempt.

“You think just because you spent your every waking moment preening after my brother, means you get access to his secrets? Try again. My brother would’ve served your head to the witches on a silver platter if it meant getting what he wanted, no matter how loyal you were.” He replied, rubbing at the stubble on his chin as though he had a second, more amusing thought. “No wonder you’re following this one around. You must be grateful she got rid of him before he could get rid of you.”

The teasing and condescending tone laced within his rough voice made me bristle, sending a rush of heat down my neck and arms.

“Lola. My name is Lola.”

name as he stared at me with those glacier eyes -cold, but not nearly as cold as my father’s.

with all the

answer. “Luna and the Vampire Queen. You must have your hands full. Does

left out the part where I have a bunch of witches trying to k**l me, and yes, Asher knows I’m here.” I

over his chest and tilted his head ever so slightly. It was something my

I think your mate has no clue you’re here, and even if he does, I have a strong feeling he doesn’t know where here is. So, what’s keeping me from separating your head from your body like you

pure loathing radiated off of him like a furnace, so scalding

who had just threatened to lob my head off. I craned my head to the left and right, pretending

and as they did so, I realized why my father never smiled

unshod knowledge and cruelty. Even though there were differences between the two, I had a

your pack, or of your mate’s unhinged nature? I can relate, you know. Living

giving Deacon the satisfaction of knowing he’d gotten to me. A thought slithered into my head,

my pack, it’s frightening.” I nodded solemnly. “It affects me so deeply because a certain prisoner of mine, the one who gave me the directions to this place, she didn’t mention anything about who you were.

his eyes vanished, blown

f**k out.” His tone was flat, not too loud

began to move, bustling towards the fallen shelves, headed in the direction we had come

stay, Dina.” He grunted at the last

who’d stopped our bike in the middle of the road nodded, and I swore a wave of understanding passed between the two, one I wasn’t sure I’d ever