Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 130

Chapter 130 – She opened her mouth to speak but stopped when I brought my finger up to my lips. The thunder of combat boots sounded outside the door, never once stopping as they continued down the hall. I gave Brandon a confused look, but it was Clara who spoke.

“They aren’t allowed to come into the dancers’ rooms…” She swallowed.

I could feel her slender throat move beneath my hand. The glitter on her cheeks sparkled every time she looked between Brandon and me.

‘Lola, I’m at the gas station. Fill me in, what’s going on?’ Asher’s voice broke through my thoughts, like two streams merging into one.

‘Found his friend, going to get some answers. I don’t have time to explain everything, but once we’re safe. I’ll give you a run down.’ I promised him, holding back a sigh as his grounding presence washed over me, reminding me to stay fearless and in control.

I’d been looking at Brandon when I felt a prickling sense of awareness crawl up my spine, like someone had grazed the back of my head with their fingers. I narrowed my eyes at the witch, positive she had used some kind of magic on me when the feeling vanished.

 

“Alright, we found your friend. Now what?” I asked, waiting for something anything to happen. Once I was sure I felt no different, I pushed the issue from my mind to deal with later.

“Your guess is as good as mine, I didn’t think we’d make it this far. I’m definitely getting blacklisted after this.”

 

My head snapped towards him, and I stared at him in disbelief. I’m not sure why I was so surprised, everything he did was on a poorly calculated whim. He proved that much by kidnapping me instead of taking me to a d**n hospital.

“You stormed all the way here with no plan and your biggest worry is getting blacklisted from the club?” I scoffed.

“It’s a really good club, and I did have a plan. Find Clara and ask why she ghosted me when you and Asher came back into town.” He replied, fully convincing me there was no way he was the son of an Alpha.

I wondered if there was a time when Brandon took anything seriously. The way he had laughed as we ran, it sounded like he was having the time of his life. I knew that I was going to be the one to get us out of here, and that fact only made me resent him more.

“I won’t let Asher k**l you. That honor is going to me.” I promised him, frowning at the girl whose throat I had pinned to the wall. “Look, I’m sure you’re nice and all, but you’re coming with us. We’re bound to get caught if we stay here. I’m positive there’s an exit back here, so lead the way, Clara.”

I wrapped my hand hard enough around her wrist to bruise, keeping my nails elongated to remind her that one swipe was all it took. Not a single part of me enjoyed this, digging my nails into this girl’s skin as she led us down the hall, but I could feel how jittery she was and knew that she’d take off if my grip slipped in the slightest. Something had her thoroughly freaked out, and it wasn’t me.

I liked to think Brandon was taking my promise seriously. His eyes scanned each door, drifting down the hall to search for any movement. The slightest sound and he would turn his head.

I hesitated when my stomach unexpectedly dropped, the silence that stretched down hall after hall was suddenly unsettling. The sound of music and cheering, it was so distant that it n o longer felt real.

The feeling persisted, even when I spotted the flickering exit sign hung from the ceiling at the end of the hall. Just below it was a metal door propped open with a cinderblock. The scent of stale cigarettes and days old garbage hit me the moment we stepped outside.

stood in a narrow alley way lined with garbage bags stacked on top of one another. Half were bursting at the seams, with little claw marks dragged down the sides. I looked around, listening for the rats that had torn open so many of these bags. I heard nothing; not rats, or the sigh of

the same moment

it

look worried, “can your witchy

street Brandon had parked on-or I thought it was. I looked down the street and spotted the 24-hr laundry mat. The neon sign had been turned off, along with every light inside. The door that had been propped open was

Brandon’s voice echoed,

quiet.” I hissed, “we just said something doesn’t

above stealing a car, not when this sinking feeling in my stomach told me to hurry up and get moving, but there

air, but his voice was significantly quieter this time. “I

“S***w your exhaust-“

her stiff posture, the way her jaw was clenched and

could see were the dark clothing they wore, and the pale skin of their

side, “…well, that’s not creepy

wasn’t trying to run but instead positioned herself behind Brandon

just keep me from getting k****d and

shift from wanting to run to begging for protection…as

after you?”‘ I frowned, trying to find the reason for

two

off, followed by the next one and the

Brandon trailed off,

ruined by her fear, “did you really think you could bring her here without

one hundred percent sure of its source. The only streetlamp still lit was the one the strangers

peer through the darkness that had swallowed the witch’s

from the sudden rush of oxygen. It was the size of a softball and appeared to

Brandon asked the same moment I realized the ball of flame

jaw went slack as she

of Brandon’s shirt and took off down the street to our right, letting go only when I could hear the heavy thud

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