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 yet he openly

last night. I had never experienced anything like

something I had stuffed

I moaned, crumbling the note from

learn more about what happened to Kanyon and Katie. My insides recoiled, and guilt flooded me. I could’ve helped their families find some peace, but I had to

working with Tyler, than surely he’d know why I couldn’t arrive last night. All I had to do was

bedroom and into the bathroom, my brain feeling like mush in my skull. Every inch of me was hurting in some shape or form.

if Breyona had found her mate or

moaned, staring at my gaunt reflection

crappy bathroom light. Something

stood out bright on my porcelain skin, glinting at me smugly. The mark was scarlett in color, shaped almost like an eye. The skin around the mark was raised and angry. The entire mark stung my skin, and the more I looked at

bathroom door. “Can your Dad and I talk

from the mark on my skin, but confusion and worry were

I muttered, rubbing the sides of my

bottle of ibuprofen from the cabinet, shoving six in my mouth and downing them with some sink water. It wouldn’t last for long, but

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

at the stove, my Grandma keeping a watchful

was not a

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

my skin. He wasn’t looking into my eyes, his

Did I

club. 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 last night. Like how Tristan said I was his, and I agreed wholeheartedly. That couldn’t have

I realized I

dear.” Grandma murmured, “You need to eat and drink

coffee, eggs, and bacon called to me more. Grandma was right as always, I gradually began to feel better with

do that again.” Maya groaned in my head. I could tell she was

about.”

and you let him.” Maya shook her head, letting out a angry huff. “I was trying to help you, but you didn’t even fight

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

me?” Maya frowned, and I

I shook my head, “Anyone but–y’know,

thought of me forgetting my own wolf. “We are never seeing him again, and we need to figure out how to get that