Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Epilogue (Clara & Mason)

Four Years Later – Clara’s P.O.V.

“Don’t you dare, little witch.” Mason warned in a low voice.

A shiver worked its way down my spine when he placed his hand against my back. Even through the thin fabric of the dress I wore, I could feel the heat he exuded. One of the first things I’d learned about Werewolves was that they ran hot.

Despite how hard I tried, a smile worked its way onto my face. My chest quite literally ached with the urge to cackle, but I couldn’t help it. It’s not my fault Tristan’s expression was absolutely to die for.

Even Lola was having a hard time containing herself, snickering behind her hand as she watched the scene unfold.

Tristan had been locked in place for the last minute in a half, staring at Holly like she had grown three extra heads. No one could blame the poor guy considering he was the only one who didn’t know his mate was pregnant.

“You’re pregnant.” He repeated for the thirteenth time.

A laugh exploded from my mouth seconds before Mason wrapped his arms around me and hauled me into his arms. I wriggled against his ironclad hold, knowing I stood no chance fighting my way out of his grasp.

Good thing I didn’t need strength to overpower him.

I sent a small jolt of magic crackling down my skin, just enough to provoke a reaction. Since Holly and Tristan were being all lovey dovey, wrapped in each other’s arms, the only ones left to notice were Lola and Asher.

“You little cheater, using your magic against me.”

Mason chuckled in my ear, his voice simultaneously rough and silky. There was a softness to it that stirred the butterflies camping out in my stomach.

Dancing out of his grasp, I wiggled my fingers at him. There was a playful tilt to his lips, that when paired with the beard he’d been growing, was devastatingly handsome. His eyes twinkled as he stalked towards me, both emerald and brown depending on the source of lighting.

There was once a time where that playfulness was nonexistent, where his carefree nature was an act he put on for the world. Despite how much Lola and Breyona cared about him, they never truly realized how much he was suffering inside.

I didn’t either. Not for a while, anyway.

Mason’s arms slid around my waist. It didn’t take much to send my mind drifting back into the past, to how our relationship first started. Admittedly,

I’d gotten on his nerves, but I liked to think that he needed the challenge. More than once we teetered on the verge of enemies, but for the most part, we lingered on the cusp of something more.

I sighed when his lips skated along my cheek. His touch was soothing, relaxing in the best way. It was nothing like the otherworldly sparks fated mates felt, but it was close enough.

“You know, I wouldn’t mind seeing you pregnant. Your skin glowing, stomach round with my child, your scent even sweeter than it is now.”

My heart skipped a beat. Hell, it might’ve stopped completely if it weren’t for my magic. In the four years we’d been dating, he had never said anything quite like this. There was so much between us that remained unspoken.

Like the topic of his actual mate.

“Oh, is that so?” I chuckled, craning my head to smirk up at him. The strands of his light hair fell across his forehead tickling my nose. A smile spread across his face as I wrinkled my nose and blew the hair out of the way.

Despite how relaxed I felt around him, how my feelings had long surpassed a simple crush, the thought of Mason’s actual mate was never far from my mind.

Lola herself had warned me ahead of time. Hearing the story of how Mason was not only rejected but suffered through his mate’s death was agonizing.

understand, but with

Would he ever truly be happy

smile, but no matter how far my cheeks stretched and how brightly my eyes sparkled with joy for Holly and Tristan’s baby, I couldn’t help but notice the mating mark on

have I wanted

work, spending those

became something I was wholly passionate about. Never in my life did I think that I’d be teaching the next generation of witches, watching them learn

craved more and more with each passing day. Perhaps I was selfish for wanting this when I

I called on the one person I knew who could help

hang out.

of time, along with an assortment of pastries.

admirers was beyond me, but that’s why she was

crumbs from the croissant I’d been picking at off my la*p. “They tiring you out already? Those terrible two’s sure are

the dollop of whip cream off the top and plopped it into her

on, lay it on me.” I encouraged her with a

there was some guide for raising twin tri- brids. It’s a blessing in disguise that only Ramona can use magic, because I’m not sure what I’d do if it were both of them. At least with Maven it’s the blood drinking I have to worry

eyebrows shot up in surprise. “He’s two years old and already worried about

loves the stuff. Loves it more than people food, which is a bit concerning. Tristan and Giovanni say this is normal for a Vampire

already. Adding two magical children to the mix was bound to cause some additional stress. “If you

chuckled. After taking a deep drink from her coffee, a speculative

though Holly knew her unborn baby was a girl, Lola and I still went through the motions of hosting a big get together. Holly had little to no normal experiences, and this was one

time like this.

out for I my hand. The ridiculously long

wrong? Things might be different now, but our friendship hasn’t changed. If you

Hesitating would only prolong the torture, and I’d put myself through the ringer enough times this past

wasn’t their Goddess given mate.” It took a great deal of effort not to cringe at myself. Anyone with two ears and a working brain would know who I was

can, but why would they want-” She stopped in her tracks,

flashed in Lola’s eyes, making her

be a fool not to

dropped. Suddenly, the blueberry muffin I’d been picking at no longer seemed appetizing. “I can’t just ask him that. What if he thinks I’m trying to replace his

since you came into the picture. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this happy before. I think you should take the risk and

of roasted coffee beans and flaky pastries. I took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright, I’ll do it.

to see his mark

beaming at me from across the

gulp of her coffee, making a sound low in her throat as she gazed at it almost lovingly. “Actually, there was something I needed

surprised. “ls it about the Magisterium? You already know there’s a spot open for Ramona once she becomes of age, but I wouldn’t mind starting some basic

more about Mason and whether or not you think he’d be interested in…a job of

here in

job

there in age and his mate is pregnant with their

to run.” Lola said with a giggle. “And well, Asher was wondering if Mason would take his

home, barging through the front door of

spreading across his face. A faint blush stained

back so soon?” I smirked. “Whatcha

that sounded a whole lot like an avalanche of dirty dishes. I crept closer