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.

to come this close to a werewolf pack was beyond me, but sometimes mistakes happened. Why did he go after me? He knew what

judging by how clouded my mind had been last night. I had never experienced anything like it before, except

something

note from last night

peace, but I had to be out at a club late at night. I stared down at the note,

working with Tyler, than surely he’d know why I couldn’t arrive last

into the bathroom, my brain 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 burned. This weekend was not planning out

if Breyona had found her

moaned, staring at my

in the crappy bathroom light. Something scarlett

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

called out from behind the bathroom door. “Can your Dad

voice. My attention was pulled from the mark on my skin, but confusion and worry

five.” I muttered,

shoving six in my mouth and downing them with some sink water. It wouldn’t last

and slipped into the shower. The shower was solely for my benefit, as I currently lacked the energy to do anything other rub my pounding head. I slipped on something clean and walked

away in a pan at the stove, my Grandma keeping a watchful eye was

I grunted. It was not a good

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

my eyes, my Dad was looking at me. His eyes were practically burning into my skin. He wasn’t looking into my eyes, his gaze was locked on

Did I

which definitely sounds like some mind games, but I still couldn’t be sure. The fog made me doubt bits and

Dad frowned, and I realized I had been

to eat and drink

roasted coffee, eggs, and bacon called to me more. Grandma

head. I

what you’re talking about.” I grumbled, eating

her head, letting out a angry huff. “I

something to fight against.” I groaned, “Your not the one who had

couldn’t remember me?” Maya frowned, and I felt

anyone” I shook my

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