Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Alpha Asher Novel [by Jane Doe] Chapter 181

Even though I was more than interested in hearing Deacon’s reply, it wasn’t what made me stop. There was this sudden rush of familiarity that swelled in my stomach, making it plummet to the warehouse floor. I felt a harsh tug on my sleeve and whipped my head to the side to lock eyes with a stone-faced Dina. She jutted her chin towards the exit, which was a few rows of shelves behind where we stood and tugged a second time.

“Not yet.” I mouthed, shaking my head.

Typically, Tristan would be the one trying to keep me out of trouble, but it was hard to do when he too was crouched, peering through the slim gaps in the shelving in an effort to spy on the witches. I held back a snicker and joined him, stretching my hearing as far as it would go, until the voices at the center of the warehouse sharpened, i

I guess after spending this much time with me, he already anticipated what I’d do. It was risky but getting information about the enemies plans rarely ever came with a safety net.

“Mm, I thought about it, but I’m curious…” Deacon mused, “This little spell you got going on, what’s the endgame? What will killing three of each kind accomplish?”

I had to hunch over and bend my head at an odd angle, but 1 managed a somewhat clear view of them. The feeling churning in my gut came to a head when I spotted the witches. Now I understood why the voice I heard sounded so familiar.

It was the two witches Brandon, Clara, and I had been running from weeks ago. The ones that had come much too close to catching us. What made things worse is that they were both elementals, a rare and powerful breed of witch that could manipulate an entire element in nearly a dozen different ways. They were amongst the other types of witches coveted for their powers, ripped from their families at a young age and thrust into intensive training, molded and shaped until they were deadly weapons.

That was the first thing I’d put an end to once the Blood Witch was six feet under.

Both of the women stood proud and tall, with heavy cloaks wrapped around their shoulders. They were younger than I thought they’d be and looked to be around my own age. Neither one of the witches replied to Deacon, though one’s eyes began to smolder like hot coals. The other stood impassive, her hair the color of wheat and eyes like leaves during the peak of summer.

At first glance I thought she had some kind of bangles around her wrists, but as I strained my eyes through the shelves for another look, I realized they were actually vines. They were no thicker than a piece of yarn and crawled halfway up her arms before stopping completely. I could make out the tiny leaves that sprouted in small clusters, curling lightly at the ends.

Deacon huffed, the sound deep with amusement. I was slowly coming to realize that was his laugh, even if it sounded like anything but.

“You can’t expect me to just blindly follow this Mistress of yours without a hint of what’s going on behind the curtain. That’s not how I survived all these years, and it sure as shit ain’t how the rest of these Vampire’s survived either. Am I just supposed to trust that once everyone on your little list is sacrificed the battle is won? How so I know there isn’t more to all of this? Seeing as your Mistress won’t grace me with her presence, I got no choice but to take my answers from you two.”

The one with the glowing eyes lowered the hood of her cloak, freeing a tangled mess of ember-colored curls. Her smile was brittle and taunting, twisting her slender lips into a jagged line.

“Trust us, you don’t want her to grace you with her presence.” She snickered, “As for the spell, once the sacrifices are complete there is one more step, but we’ve got that covered. That’s all you need to know.”

Through the shelves I saw one of Deacon’s shoulders lift in what I assumed was a shrug.

“Mm, I’m inclined to disagree with you. You’re asking me to go all in on a game I’ve never played before and won’t tell me the rules we’re playing by. If my brother were alive, and it were him you two were paying a visit to, he’d be asking the same questions.”

The one with the fiery hair didn’t seem to like being disobeyed, because not only did she bristle at Deacon’s words, but her glowing eyes grew brighter, and her scowl deepened. Her companion leaned forward and placed a vine covered hand on her shoulder. When she spoke, her voice was soothing and her expression oddly serene despite the tension in the warehouse.

we can give him the information he’s asking to

her name is Ember.’ Maya

because Tristan jabbed me in the ribs with his elbow. Neither of the witches gave notice. They were much too far away to see or hear

take a lot more than that to gain my trust, girl, but it’s a damn good

“We have someone on the inside, someone close to the tri-brid that will complete the last act. After that, our Mistress will have total control over her physical form.” Her eyes flared brightly

than the next. Now wasn’t the time to lose my cool. It didn’t matter if there were spies in the pack, if the people closest to me were pawns set out to steal not only my life but my magic and my body, I had to keep my

to sit down and list all of the people closest to me, going through them one-by-one until I narrowed it down to those I

the biggest baddest wolf-pack in the world

in his voice that I desperately hoped was an act because I was more than certain if he told Dina to turn back

second witch smiled softly, stroking the vines on her arms like

you can placate them and keep them in control. Your brother wouldn’t have been able to turn down an offer like this. Only a fool would think to refuse.

hair and shoulders that I’d

combust.’ Maya murmured, not at all

you already got your three Vampire sacrifices, right? That why you took a group

has been

group were murdered.” Deacon replied, humming quietly to himself when Ember’s

a second. “You don’t think it’s only the witches that have spies, do ya? Wouldn’t

up first. She cut Ember off, who looked like she was

which is what they

a glimpse of Deacon’s expression and instantly identified it as one of understanding. At my side, Dina made the smallest of sounds. It prompted me to glance her way and

okay with what they did. That ain’t the

troubling as what Deacon said

of my people dead, was a bit rash. Correct me if I’m wrong, but a powerful witch that’s been planning this for as long as your Mistress has wouldn’t concoct a last-minute

Ember replied after several seconds, forcing the word

his chin. “What was so important that your Mistress strayed from her master plan and did

until I began to see spots freckle my vision. I’d been so tuned into the three of them that I barely registered the slight tickle

had me nudging the rat that grazed me away without looking down. I’d seen more than a few scurrying about and super-healing or no, I wasn’t looking to

we’ve thrown in her way. If she learns to master it before the spell is completed, all will be lost.” The second witch said, hovering behind Ember who looked seconds away from burning

his head, but his expression was obscured. “You mean her power with the shadows? Or are you talking about her

extra oomph, silently

sneer. Her expression was entirely visible through the slats in the shelving,