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.

Lola. We’re about to begin.” Rowena smiled encouragingly,

voice was warm and smooth like whiskey and helped pull me from the edge of a full-scale nervous breakdown. I smirked at the hidden meaning in his voice. ‘…maybe the

snicker from where she leaned against the wall, right beside the patio doors. Her eyes were bloodshot 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

I teased, wishing I could hold onto this light-hearted mood that I knew would

out for grandma to sit in, who watched the whole ordeal with her eyebrows

that dull emerald glow. It turned

it’s going to be to remove this thing, so no interruptions.” Rowena warned the room and promptly turned her attention to the exposed

held my gaze and fed me his 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

nothing happened as her glowing fingertips pressed into my skin. It wasn’t until she began pulling her hand

her eyes

the path her hand made as she lifted it away from my

say, but the blood rushed to my ears as she

ears. I couldn’t piece together what he was saying, but I could feel the charge his anger unleashed into the room. Rowena snapped something back at him, and the sound of his voice halted. The shrill ring of a cell phone filled the air, followed by what I

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

just hold on.” Rowena’s voice was becoming clearer, “…the sigil’s

coming from my cellphone. I had given it to Asher to hold onto, which is who

rang a second time, and a force even deeper than the spell

Rowena snapped. “Alpha-“

through my clenched teeth. Even turning my head as far as possible, I could only see the muscular

spine was going to snap–like my chest was going to continue rising

d**d silence as

answer your phone!” He shouted, and I thought Asher would hang up right then and there but what Tristain said next sent the floor

next?!” Asher’s snarl made Cordelia and Rowena collectively

response was instant, “…Breyona-Breyona’s

that I thought I might be sick. Bile rose in my throat, and I swallowed back the acidic fluid because I was not giving up-my best friend was

from Giovanni and stepped out …s**t, she’s not out here.” He snarled and scanned the forest nearly

pleaded, and the look he