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.

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 a

wrong.” I said the words out loud the same moment

it too…” Clara

look worried, “can your witchy senses be a little

way, emerging onto the same street Brandon had parked on-or I thought it was. I looked down the street and spotted the 24-hr laundry mat. The neon

Brandon’s voice echoed, making Clara

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

outburst. This was the street we had parked on, only his car wasn’t where we left it. I wasn’t above stealing a car, not

his hands in the air, but his voice was significantly quieter this time. “I just upgraded the

“S***w your exhaust-“

was cut off by Clara’s low whimper. Both Brandon and I noticed her stiff posture, the way her jaw was clenched

almost a hundred feet away, standing beneath the golden glow of a streetlight. All could see were the dark clothing they wore, and the pale skin of their hands as they hung at the figure’s

he stood at my side, “…well, that’s not creepy or anything. You think those are the a******s that took my

pull away, only she wasn’t

just keep me from getting k****d and I’ll tell you what

run to begging for protection…as if she knew that running from

reason for

the two strangers, “no,

off, followed by

witches…” Brandon trailed

by her fear, “did you really think

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

peer through the

of flame appeared out of thin air, crackling from the sudden rush of oxygen. It was the size of a

is that?” Brandon asked the same moment I realized the ball of flame wasn’t growing bigger,

jaw went slack as she

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

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