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.

to grandma.” I told him, giving his hand a soft squeeze before letting

His eyes flitted down to me

to see him talking to

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

grandma as I rounded

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

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

face as she showed them her inventory. The truth was right there on my tongue, but when she

I smirked,

the elderly.” She scolded

sent others on their way. Helping collect money and pass out bundles of cookies or brownies gave me the chance to talk to the townspeople, to get to know the people Asher and I were

talking to Asher, but Brandon was no where in

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

shook my head,

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

Breyona and grandma were helping an elderly couple with a large order when I

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

was disrespected outright, so it took me longer than I’d admit to form a coherent response. It took even longer to convince Maya that tearing his throat out wouldn’t

approached grandma’s booth. The chunky green stripe in her hair looked radioactive bright in the sun. She smiled sweetly when grandma

paper bag. Alex pocketed her change and glanced at Devin one last

all that different from his

“F**k you.” He spat.

even if you begged.” Alex tossed over her shoulder, laughing silkily as she joined a curvy she-wolf on one of the park

him, knowing well that he hadn’t come here to

the only one who sees your kind for what they

all means, share with the class.” His d***h-glare paled in comparison to Breyona’s, who even made Zeke stop

and walked over just as Devin was gearing up for a hasty retreat. I could see the fire leave his eyes the more the

to get the last

Breyona and I to the next wave of customers as the sound of Devin’s stomps faded

set their platters of desserts down where Claire directed and high-tailed it in the other direction, their faces pale, and eyes on