Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 133 – I’d never been on a plane before, much less a private jet that could easily double as an apartment if you ever found yourself without somewhere to live. I shuddered at the thought of being on a flight long enough to make use of the walk-in shower and king-sized bed in the back of the plane.

The only positive things about this flight were the tiny bottles of liquor that chased away my gnawing worry, cuddling up to Asher for the next hour, and the fact that there were no shadows forty thousand feet in the air. Everything else-down to the turbulence and the pitch-black sky, I absolutely hated.

Asher rolled his eyes, “you didn’t give me the chance to ask.”

“Sorry, but you were taking too long.” He replied, glancing around the plane with that same look of unease on his face. I found it curious that an Alpha would fear plane crashes, but I wasn’t going to tease him for it. We all feared something. “I need a distraction before I spend the rest of this hour tweaking.”

“I’m ‘not dressed’ because I’m a performer at a club-well, I was a performer…” Clara explained, giving me and Brandon long looks that let everyone know we were responsible for her sudden resignation. She turned her attention to Asher, “…until your mate decided to beat up two bouncers and storm the employees only area to hunt me down.”

“You should have seen the looks on their faces when she threw that pitcher of beer-” Brandon began, ready to shovel a handful of chips into his mouth when he paused. Asher was glaring daggers at his brother, his eyes pitch black, and arm draped protectively over my shoulders. “Anyway, we would’ve been back sooner rather than later if it weren’t for the creepy sister witches.”

“Creepy sister witches?” Zeke repeated, just a flicker of fear in the Alphas eyes.

“Yup. One threw fireballs and the other made the ground crack open.” Brandon nodded, mimicking throwing a fireball only it was a sour cream and onion potato chip.

“So what you’re saying is not only did you put Lola’s life at risk once by kidnapping her from the scene of an accident rather than taking her to the hospital, but you also put it at risk numerous times afterwards, and for what?” Asher’s voice was as flat as the lack of color in his eyes, so dark that his pupils had vanished. He swiveled his eyes to Clara, who paled. ” What was your reason for taking Lola this far away from pack boundaries, knowing there are people after her?”

“Woah, woah. Technically, I saved her life twice-three times actually.” Brandon retorted. “First, I pulled her from that wreck and made sure she had a blood-bag. Then I let her nearly bleed me dry for a pack of demonic leeches, and I didn’t take off with the stolen car when she wanted to follow the creepy sister witches. Three times, brother. And I’m not even asking for a thank you.”

Asher frowned, not with anger but worry. He knew I’d always feel guilty for what happened to Mason’s mate and Breyona, and that I’d never

what it felt like to be imprisoned by my father, to have my every breath and move watched. “The shadows made us invisible, so they couldn’t see or hear me. One of the witches was on the phone, she said that the witch doing the tracking spell lost us. The other was pissed, started going off about how

repeated, “What does that

how long.”‘ I looked up at Asher, seeing the same hurricane of emotions in his eyes that raged within my own. “They said that these witches blend in better, that they’ll have everything set up for when “she’s” ready to slip past our boarders,

I just didn’t know it was this big…” Clara swallowed, still nervous even

word charged the small space between us with Clara’s fear and hesitation. Not once had I ever felt a shred of fear towards Asher,

desperate, because the found the strength to

won’t k**l me as soon I tell you what I

could. I wasn’t the most sensitive, but Asher had the bedside manner of a rogue. “So long as you’re not trying to harm our people or

going on. I remember wanting to go, but I was busy at the time. A performer friend of mine went, came back…different. Told me how things were finally changing for us witches, and that when the time came, all of us needed to be on board. A week later, she gave me an official invitation to one of their gatherings. There’s no address to give you-I

worked its way down my spine, turning my nerve

that you sided with the werewolves and were even working to enslave vampires. When they mentioned taking over werewolf packs, I knew something was wrong.” She continued, “I threw the invitation away…and Kiersten, she stopped talking to me. For days she just watched me…until she didn’t show up for work. Turns out she quit, and I haven’t seen her since. All I know is there’s been new people coming to the club, which is strange since you can’t come here without being invited by a regular. These new

were sent to watch

I’d be on board, but I wasn’t. My magic isn’t the kind that fights

soft touch at the back

She chuckled nervously, tucking a few ringlets behind her ear. “My gift stems from spirit magic…it just works a bit differently. I can slip into someone’s mind, sort of like what vampires do. It’s not for very long, but there’s a lot I can do while I’m in there. I’ve never used it to seriously hurt someone…but I have used it to stun some of the handsy customers. I-I’m a novice at potions, more likely