Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 30

I was placed on something soft, something familiar. I ran my fingers over the comforter on my bed.

Dad, Grandma, Breyona and Mason were all standing in my bedroom. I could remember their names now, and place them to their faces. My mind was becoming clear slowly. I still couldn’t figure out their importance to me. All I knew was Tristan, wondering where he was or what he was doing.

“What is that?” Breyona gasped, and I felt soft fingers trail themselves over the sore spot on my shoulder.

“The vampire.” Grandma’s voice was full of sorrow. “He’s marked her.”

“Vampire?” Breyona growled lowly, her voice set me on edge.

What they were saying held little importance to me, and my mind tuned out the rest of their conversation. Tristan’s swirling blue eyes came to the front of my mind, his sly yet devastatingly handsome smile, his musky yet sweet scent. All of it was doing a little dance routine in my head, distracting me from everything else.

“You need to tell her.” Breyona’s voice sounded weak, frightened. “She has a right to know why their after her.”

“Don’t you think we know this.” My Dad growled, but his heart wasn’t in it. “Regardless, she’s my daughter. It’s my job to protect her.”

“She needs a chance to protect herself.” Breyona snapped in response, “If you don’t tell her, I will. I can’t lie to her, not about this.”

“We will tell her.” Grandma’s voice was still full of sorrow, but she had a air of peacefulness around her. “Wait until tomorrow, when the Vampire’s tricks have worn off.”

My eyes quickly fluttered close. Even in my dreams, Tristan was there. My mind was a muddled mess, struggling to focus on the details of my dream. We were somewhere dark, a small light shining in the corner of what looked like a room. Tristan and I were lying on a soft bed, red sheets rubbing softly against my skin.

“Come to me, love.” Tristan murmured, trailing soft kisses down my neck.

A sigh of bliss escaped my lips, and I tilted my head to give him easier access.

His teeth sharpened, grazing against the soft flesh of my shoulder. A stinging pain jolted me from my sleep, from my confusing dream. I looked down at my hand, realizing I had been pressing it against the wound on my shoulder hard enough to draw blood.

As I looked down at the scarlet liquid staining my fingers, the events of last night rushed back to me. The way Tristan’s arms felt wrapped around me, the way his lips trailed down my throat.

My mind was clear—crystal, in fact.

What had possessed me to let Tristan have his way? I was delirious with my infatuation for him, an infatuation that hadn’t existed until I met him again.

Grandma’s words–Breyona’s threat, they rushed to my mind along with one specific word.

Vampire.

did he go after me? He knew what I was, there was no mistaking it. And

my mind had been last night. I had never experienced anything like it before, except for the first time I

rough, something I had stuffed

moaned, crumbling the note from last night in my

families find some peace, but I had to be out at a club late at night. I stared down at the note, frustration burning the backs of my eyelids. I

than surely he’d know why I

feeling like mush in my skull. Every inch of me was hurting in some shape or form. My head pounded, my shoulder stung, my eyelids

Breyona had found her mate or

moaned, staring at my gaunt

out in the crappy bathroom light. Something scarlett that didn’t

in color, shaped almost like an eye. The skin around the mark was

Grandma’s soft voice called out from behind the bathroom door. “Can your Dad and I talk to you for a

reflection jumped, startled by my Grandma’s voice. My attention was pulled from the mark on my skin, but confusion and worry were still ever

me five.” I muttered, rubbing the sides of

cabinet, shoving six in my mouth and downing them with some sink water. It

shower. The shower was solely for my benefit, as I currently lacked the energy to

pan at the stove, my Grandma keeping a

I grunted. It was not a good morning

of the kitchen chairs carelessly, resisting the urge to rest my head against the cool coffee table. My eyes were closed, but I could hear Dad trudging into the kitchen and plopping down in a chair. His aftershave was strong in my nose, but it was oddly comforting. It gave me something to anchor onto, something to think about other than Tristan and the

I finally opened my eyes, my Dad was looking at me. His eyes were practically burning into my skin. He wasn’t looking into

Did

But I think I actually enjoyed it, or did I? My mind was a fogged mess which definitely sounds like some mind games, but I still couldn’t be sure. The fog made me doubt bits and pieces of

frowned, and I realized I had

Grandma murmured, “You need to eat and drink before we talk, those mind

and bacon called to me more. Grandma was right as

that again.” Maya groaned in my head. I could

about.” I

out a angry huff. “I was trying to help

was even something to fight against.” I groaned, “Your not the one who had their thoughts all messy and jumbled. I

me?” Maya frowned, and I

anyone” I shook my head,

“We are never seeing him again, and we need to figure out how to get that