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.

Vampire. What caused him to come this close to a werewolf pack was beyond me, but sometimes mistakes happened. Why did he go after me? He knew what I was, there was no mistaking it. And yet he openly chose to go after a

be a pure-blood Vampire, judging by how clouded my mind had been last night. I had never experienced anything like it before, except for

around something rough, something I had stuffed under my

crumbling the note from last

peace, but I had to be out at a club late at night. I

surely he’d know why I couldn’t

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

Breyona had found her

at my gaunt

bathroom light. Something scarlett that didn’t quite

eye. The skin around the mark was raised and angry. The entire mark stung my skin, and

out from behind the bathroom door. “Can

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

muttered,

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

I currently lacked the energy to

away in a pan at the stove, my Grandma

was not

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

finally opened 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 the scarlett mark that

Did I know what

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 actually happened. I wasn’t even old enough to find my mate, and I had no idea

I realized I had been staring

drink before we talk, those

ask how she knew, but the smell of fresh roasted coffee, eggs, and bacon called to me more. Grandma was right as always, I gradually began to feel better with each bite and sip

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

about.” I grumbled, eating another

guy shoved me away and you let him.” Maya shook her head, letting out a angry huff. “I

groaned, “Your not the one who had their thoughts all messy and jumbled. I couldn’t

remember me?” Maya frowned, and I felt her

I shook my head, “Anyone

my own wolf. “We are never seeing him again, and we need to