Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 121 – “When you called me saying you needed my help with ‘magic stuff,’ this wasn’t what I had in mind.” Breyona frowned; her eyebrows gnashed together. She had a gentler version of Asher’s expression, who stood a few feet to her left, so still he looked carved from stone. Her eyes flitted down to the dark bra and underwear combo I wore; the one Asher had picked out just a few weeks ago. “…I really need to start training again. I never realized how many calories shifting burned.”

“I hear you and Giovanni train pretty hard already.” I replied smoothly, my lips twitching as I resisted the urge to laugh.

Rowena flitted into the room, a blur of auburn hair and pale skin. Like a hummingbird, she was light on her feet. She rummaged through trunks, glass bottles clinking and papers scratching against one another as she pulled out everything she was looking for.

Cordelia’s soft humming trickled in from the living room. Before slipping into the den to remove my clothes, I had watched amazed as she waved a hand and sent all the glass shards littering the floor and furniture tumbling towards one neat spot.

“We’re ready for you now.” Rowena paused for a moment, her arms full of thick pillar candles and couple small journal-type books. She sounded a bit breathless, but only paused for a moment before flitting out of the den.

Breyona glanced between Asher and me. Perhaps she recognized the look on his face from spending so much time with Giovanni, “I’m going to wait for you guys out there.”

“You don’t have to do this.” Asher’s voice held no blame, only understanding and the frustration that whatever this was -it wasn’t going to be pleasant for me. ” No one will blame you.”

They both knew why I called them here. I had told them everything Rowena told me, including the part where they would have to hold me down.

“I know, but I have no choice. I can feel the power locked inside of me more and more. I have no clue what it is or what to do with it, but I want to learn. I need to learn.” I told him, leaning into his touch because I knew that no matter how much he worried for me, he wouldn’t stop me from doing this.

vowed to protect, both vampire and werewolf. Sometimes I wondered how Asher did it, if the weight

kiss he placed against my forehead. His rough voice washed over me, “Don’t spread yourself too thin, Lola. There’s nothing wrong

the room, surrounded by two rings of pillared candles. Blackout c******s were drawn across the windows, so that the small flames were our only light source. As I looked closer at the pillared candles, I noticed symbols carved into

as protected as it can be with such short notice.”

tiny amber bottle in her hands and pressed her thumb against the opening until a little droplet stuck to her finger. Rowena stood at her side, a white candle and a

tweaks it should uncover the mark from the binding spell.” Surprise flashed across Cordelia’s face, but she recovered

she brought it to my forehead and traced a pattern along my

room. No one will be able to enter or leave while she’s preforming the spell.” Cordelia said softly, stepping back to

with ease. Breyona knelt by my feet; her eyes determined as she held them in place. She might

will is painful business.” A dull fire glowed in Rowena’s mossy eyes as she knelt between Asher and Breyona, to my left. Cordelia took her place to the right, a spectator to what I knew was going to be a miserable experience. “Your wolf will not like me after this, so do try to keep her

laughed if it weren’t for the serious look on her face. A thin sheen of sweat had already begun to coat my skin. As much as I tried to keep my attention on Asher, I couldn’t help but watch as Rowena

closed her eyes and began to speak softly. Seconds passed, and I watched the firelight dance over her hair, revealing the various tones of red. When she opened her eyes, the light within them

hidden within, let the wax pull the mark from beneath her skin.” She said and placed the candle just a foot above

melted wax of a lit candle? That split second where the warmth was almost painful, until the wax hardened from the lack of flame, forming a little cap on the tip of your finger. My mom had

she left a trail of wax from one side of my hip to the other. Instead of a fleeting b**n, it felt like a red-hot dagger had pierced my skin and set fire to what organs it slashed

off the bed with