Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 143 – “Of course you aren’t, and even if you did catch on fire that’s what Cordelia is here for.” I waited for Cordelia to laugh or smile, to show some sign that Rowena was joking, but all she did was nod. “Plus your friend has a fire extinguisher.”

Breyona held up the fire extinguisher and grinned, which did absolutely nothing to ease my worries.

The smooth lines of Rowena’s face sharpened, and she gestured to grandma. “First I’ll be needing her blood. It’s the final ingredient in the potion Lola and are to drink. From there I’ll unravel the bind by hand.”

“I thought Cordelia was removing the binding spell?” I asked, shuddering as I repressed a rush of fear that whispered something had gone wrong.

“Don’t worry so much, Lola. Everything will turn out fine, and the bind will be removed.” Her smile was reassuring, as was the confidence in her eyes but it couldn’t wipe away all my worries. ” Natural magic is one of the seven I mentioned. It’s what I’m primarily skilled in. Healing, coaxing emotions, or even unraveling a binding spell is well within my skill set. Besides with the restraints Cordelia is spelling, she won’t have the energy to unbind your magic.”

“These are just a precaution. There’s no telling what will happen when we unlock magic that’s been bound for over ten years, but there’s also a very good chance nothing will happen. They won’t hurt, but you’ll be pinned to the floor until we’re sure you’ve got everything under control.” Cordelia added and turned towards Rowena. “Are we ready?”

I winced when the curved athame sliced into grandma’s hand. Scarlet beads emerged from the slice, gathering in her palm as the wound already began to heal. She tilted her hand and let the thick fluid trickle into the goblet Rowena held.

“Does this have anything to do with blood magic?” I asked Rowena, tearing my eyes away from the blood that filled the room with a mouth-watering scent.

She shook her head and sloshed the contents of the goblet around until the blood was mixed into the dark colored liquid. “This is very different from blood magic. Your grandma’s blood is being used as an ingredient in a spell, but with blood magic, the blood is the power. There would be no other items used.”

I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to drinking blood in front of other people. It was even worse considering it was the blood of my grandma. When I brought the goblet to my lips, there was no warmth that rushed through me. I couldn’t taste a hint of her blood, but what I did taste was oddly familiar.

“Is this wine?” I asked curiously.

Rowena smiled and took a drink herself. “Sure is. It’s my favorite potion base. Most of the time it just tastes like spiced wine.”

“Wait until you get my age, you’ll get drunk off of one measly potion.” Cordelia shook her head shamefully, making the younger witch laugh.

I felt nothing as the wine trickled down my throat and continued to feel nothing until Cordelia wrapped one of those black threads around my wrist.

Laying sprawled out on the carpet was awkward enough, but the moment the damp piece of thread hit my skin, my arm fell limp to the floor. It was the same for my legs, which were glued flat to the floor. I could only lift my knees an inch or so, but the movement made my muscles ache.

“These…are impossibly strong.” I grunted, absolutely hating the feeling of helplessness. Even with Maya’s strength enhanced from our vampire side, there was no budging with these restraints.

We’re about to begin.” Rowena smiled encouragingly, then took a deep

pull me from the edge of a full-scale nervous breakdown. I smirked at the hidden meaning in his voice. ‘…maybe the witches aren’t bad

from crying earlier today, but the fact that she refused to blink or look away didn’t do her any favors either. Through the glass doors I could see the backyard that opened into the forest

borrow these for what you have in mind.’ I teased, wishing I could hold onto

sit in, who watched

together as they began to take on that dull emerald glow.

it’s going to be to remove this thing, so no interruptions.” Rowena warned

courage and love even though we couldn’t speak through the bond during the spell. The grip of the restraints no longer felt so crushing, and the feel of Rowena’s nails against my chest

fingertips pressed into my skin. It wasn’t

murmured, her eyes narrowing into

radiated through my muscles as my back arched, following the path her hand made as she lifted it away from my chest. There was something trapped in there, thrashing against my ribcage as it was forced

the blood

charge his anger unleashed into the room. Rowena snapped something back at him, and the sound of his voice halted. The shrill

chest was buried deep, hidden in the dark–powerful and reluctant to let go,

on.” Rowena’s voice was

chime split the air, only this one was coming from my cellphone. I had given it to Asher to hold onto, which is who I assumed

phone rang a second time, and a force even deeper than the spell that thrashed beneath my skin told me something

Rowena snapped. “Alpha-“

I ordered him, forcing the words through my clenched teeth. Even turning my head as far as possible, I

snap–like my chest was going to continue rising until the restraints cut into my skin

d**d silence as the call connected

hang up right then and there but what Tristain said next sent the floor crumbling from beneath both of us. “Your sister just had another nightmare-this one’s

made Cordelia

was

thought I might be

…s**t, she’s not out

and the look he gave