Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 113

Chapter 113 – Just when I thought Asher would put me out of my misery, he stiffened above me. Even his breath halted, grazing just below my collar bone. He cocked his head to the side, his voice deadly calm.

“Why is my brother’s scent on you?”

I froze beneath him, my mind taking a few seconds to process his question. I sniffed the sweatshirt I wore, catching remnants of wet sand, fresh water, and sunblock. Asher’s scent had mixed with my own when we completed our bond, but hidden beneath it all, I could distinctly smell Brandon’s mint and cheap beer scent. I hadn’t even realized, and neither had he until now.

“Don’t, Asher.”‘ I warned him, sitting up when he leaned back on his knees. Shirtless and bathed in moonlight, he looked like a vengeful G*d, eyes swirling with flecks of gold. “He’s using me to get a reaction out of you. Believe me, I didn’t let him get away with it.”

“Show me.” He snarled; his anger directed towards younger brother.

I had always had this adverse reaction to Asher’s anger. While everyone else blanched and cowered, I found myself excited. My body reacted as it always had in his presence, even though my legs still trembled from what happened moments ago. My mind, however, was focused on not igniting a war between two hardheaded brothers.

 

With a sigh, I let him into my thoughts, replaying the brief encounter with Brandon. I could hear Asher’s snarl in my head, feel his rage at his brother’s words. Even the begrudging satisfaction he felt when my knee sent his brother to the ground, was fleeting. As a tremor ran down his shoulders and spine, I wondered how close my mate was to murdering his brother. This feud between the two of them clearly ran a lot deeper than I had thought.

“K*****g your brother wouldn’t win people to our side, it would send them running in the opposite direction.” I tried to convince him in the only way I could, by keeping my stubborn as h**l attitude in check. “We have more important s**t to worry about. If he can’t keep his hands to himself, I’ll make him. Who knows, maybe I’ll let Maya bite off one of his hands. It’s better than you hunting him down while he’s drinking himself into a stupor.”

 

“He already knows he’s going to pay for touching you, but he knows I’ll wait until he’s sober.” Asher grunted. Frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair, making the once neat strands messy. “I knew he’d use you to p**s me off. I expected him to insult you or disrespect your position in the pack. It would have been easily delt with. In other packs, it is a d***h sentence to touch an Alpha’s mate.”

I frowned, surprised that this was something he had contemplated. Sean had pissed me off more times than I could count, pushing until we were both red-faced and shouting at one another from down the hall. Dad even had to intervene a time or two. He had doubted my capability when I first returned home, but not once had I thought of hurting my brother.

“What happened between you two?” I wanted to know what would cause such a divide between them, what would pit brother against brother until there wasn’t a shred of familiarity left.

“I’m not sure I even know anymore. His version of events might be different than mine.”

I could learn anything further, or at the very least, quell Asher’s anger, his Beta’s voice

main gate. Her credentials check out,

he had built for us. I wondered what damage the witch had done. Who knew how much time she had to roam the house, to tamper with anything

and the

all too eager to put my relentless worries to rest. I hinted the reluctance in his eye and

you at the forest line. From the sounds

answered instantly. Her and Giovanni were nearby, already on the move to our meet-up

aware there was a patrol roaming the lake tonight, or that Mason had joined them. I guess that’s why he wasn’t at

breath as

into, “I’m letting them off early, anyway. Just in time for some afterparty they were talking about. There’s

pulled into the circular driveway out front of our estate, which still sounded strange to my ears. I gazed up at the bay

it.” I said absentmindedly. My confession made Breyona, and

of

few moments, trying to turn a vague feeling into

father had nothing to do with this. The man himself-he was d**d, his

in the passenger seat, “As for this just being the beginning…I have to admit, I hope

“I do too.”

would have turned out to be if she had been born a

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