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.

not more. I owed it to the people I vowed to protect, both vampire and werewolf. Sometimes I wondered how Asher did it, if the weight placed on his shoulders

thud of his heart against my hand and leaned into the kiss he placed against my forehead.

bedrooms. It sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by two rings of pillared candles. Blackout c******s were drawn across the windows, so that the small flames

as protected as it can be with such short

hair was woven into a thick braid that hung over her shoulder, and her eyes were sympathetic as they looked my way. She held a tiny amber bottle in her hands and pressed her thumb against the opening until a little droplet stuck to her finger. Rowena stood

use it. It’s meant to uncover secrets, but with a few tweaks it should uncover the mark from the binding spell.” Surprise flashed across Cordelia’s face, but she recovered a split second later. “The juniper oil is to protect and purify, and the frankincense to cleanse and reveal. I’ve anointed

her finger as she brought it to my forehead and traced a pattern along my

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

in my chest as I laid down on the spring mattress. Asher hovered over my head; his calloused hands pinned my wrists down with ease. Breyona knelt by my feet; her eyes determined as she held them in place.

she knelt between Asher and Breyona, to my left. Cordelia took her place to the right, a spectator to what I knew was

as I tried to keep my attention on Asher, I couldn’t help but watch as Rowena took the white candle in her hands and lit

the firelight dance over her hair, revealing the various tones of

reveal what’s hidden within, let the wax pull the mark from beneath her skin.” She said and placed the candle just a foot above my stomach, tilting it so

their finger in the melted wax of a lit candle? That split second where the warmth was almost painful, until the wax hardened from the

the flame. In one fluid motion, she left a trail of wax from one side of my hip to the other. Instead of a fleeting b**n, it felt like

off the bed with