Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 140 – I didn’t have long to accept the fact that I’d just spoken to my d**d mother’s spirit because we were on our way to find my grandmother, whose uncovered heritage I was also trying to process. Bright spot, grandma was with the rest of the town at the bake sale hosted in Carson’s memory.

The plan was to grab Grandma and head back to the house to get the blood we needed. Cordelia had every other ingredient on the list and was surprised that the spell itself was a simple reversal spell. What made it complex was the final ingredient, grandma’s blood.

What I hadn’t expected to see was every sorority and fraternity milling around outside, hanging out in clusters of ten or fifteen. All of them shouting over one another, yet the conversation seemed to be flowing. I was pleasantly surprised to see fists clenched full of ones and quarters, but instead of eager children it was excited frat boys.

You could tell who belonged to who because of the matching clothing and face paint. Chi Omega made sparkly tank-tops with Carson’s face on the front and their last names on the back, which also happened to match Kappa Sigma’s football jerseys. Delta Sigma had on crop tops, only Carson’s face was on the back instead of the front.

The larger sororities and fraternities occupied the houses around the University, forming a large U shape. The smaller ones were a couple blocks away. For nearly a mile college students could be seen walking down the street, all trickling towards the center of town.

“Wow, they really do use every excuse to party.” Breyona said, her voice full of wonder and disbelief.

She had her face close to the window and was watching some of the students intently. One of the sororities were positing for pictures just outside of their house. They lined the porch and steps, shifting into a quirky pose as though they’d done this a thousand times before. Once the camera was put away, drinks were passed around.

We passed a photo of Carson that had been placed on a little wire stand and stuck into the ground when Breyona asked, “…how are Carson’s parents doing?”

Asher glanced up at the rearview mirror and said, “I gave them access to the jet to fly out and see some family. They’ll be flying back for her memorial. From there I’m not sure what they’ll do. I gave them permission to transfer packs if it’s what they wish.”

The roads that circled the center of town were blocked off for today, which meant the closest parking spaces were a ten-minute walk away. Asher pulled the car up to the ‘road closed’ sign and got out. He sauntered up to the parked police car ten feet away and leaned down to speak through the open window.

His hand rested on the roof of the car, giving me a clear view of his biceps and toned abs. The shirt he wore was tight in all the right places, including his broad shoulders. His lips curved up in a grin as he talked to the officer, flashing him a smile that was all teeth before coming back to the car.

The officer stepped out of his car and moved the barrier to the side, giving us access to the road.

“Using your Alpha status to get us premium parking.” Breyona grinned, sounding just a tad jealous. “I like it, let’s go!”

It wasn’t hard maneuvering our way through the growing crowd of college students, parents, and sugar crazed children. They parted for the three of us like we were royalty – or like we carried some sort of contagion.

Canopy tents of various colors sat all around campus square. Along the pathways and beside the fountains, even in between the hedges of blossoming flowers. Plastic tables sat beneath them, each one loaded with baked goods. Refrigerators had been hauled in by trucks earlier in the morning, which really drove Rowena’s point home.

I spotted grandma and Claire manning a lavender colored tent with the words, ‘magical desserts’ printed in cursive along the top. The two of them were swamped by people, their tables so crowded that I wondered how they had anything left at all.

Asher didn’t budge as I tugged him towards grandma’s tent. His eyes were narrowed, locked on Brandon who was leaning against the pole of mint green tent, talking to Cassidy.

talk to grandma.” I told him, giving his hand a

down to me and some of

glanced back to see him talking to Brandon,

the Goddess you’re here. Can you two man the booth with your grandma while I run to the fridge and grab some more pastries?” She asked. The bun she

nodded, waving to grandma as I rounded

that didn’t stop me from grinning stupidly when Claire marched up to two jocks in football gear and said, “you and you, come

gave me one last look and followed Claire, who told them to keep

towards grandma and watched as she greeted a group of sorority girls, a kind smile on her face as she showed them her

baking didn’t you?” I smirked, since it was a lot

the elderly.” She

there was no clear line forming. Just a sea of people that inched closer as we sent others on their way. Helping collect money and pass

not with how easily he towered over everyone, exuding an aura of intimidation. Cassidy was talking to Asher, but Brandon was no where in sight. I glanced at Asher and then Cassidy’s smiling face before scanning the crowd for his brother. Brandon was slippery

me to go over there and break that up?” Breyona lowered her

my head, while Maya gave

all intense, but I never knew how jealous it would make me.” She teased, using a set of tongs to place

a handful of seconds in between customers to drink and restock the tables. Breyona and grandma were helping an

know where Carson’s parents are, would you?” Devin Armstrong, the a*****e who tried to pick a fight with me the night of Carson’s d***h stood at the edge of the table. Perhaps in another life he would’ve been considered attractive, but his bad attitude contorted his face into a permanent sneer. “Or did you k**l them too? Tying up loose ends, am I

than I’d admit to form a coherent response. It took even longer

voice full of poison as she approached grandma’s booth. The chunky green stripe in her hair looked radioactive bright in the sun. She smiled sweetly when grandma greeted her and held out a twenty in her hand. “Can I get one of them brownies

pocketed her change and glanced at Devin one last time, “Luna trumps the son of a judge, just

all that

“F**k you.” He spat.

tossed over her shoulder, laughing silkily as she joined a

to cause trouble?” I asked him, knowing well that he hadn’t come here to support Carson’s family like

narrowed, “don’t get comfortable, I’m not the only one who sees your kind for

comparison to Breyona’s, who

could see the fire leave his eyes the more the

He snarled, desperate to get the last word in before rushing off

off.” Grandma tossed over her shoulder, tugging Breyona and I to the next wave of customers as the sound of Devin’s stomps faded in

The two frat boys set their platters of desserts down where Claire directed and high-tailed it in the other direction, their faces pale,