Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Alpha Asher Novel [by Jane Doe] Chapter 183

Rather than felt, I heard the screech of metal twisting and tearing, followed by a loud splash. Before I could swipe away the moisture that coated my face, the entire world went dark.

“Damn it, Lola…” A voice snarled, practically shouting in my ear. “ …one minute before I throw your ass over my shoulder and—”

All at once the memories collided in my head, exploding in a symphony of screeching tires, torn metal, and rushing water. The soundtrack was backed by Tristan’s voice, which was growing angrier by the second. When I was able to pry my eyes open, my surroundings quickly sharpened and the forest we were in came into view. While I was more than thankful there wasn’t any light to blind me, there was a gnawing sort of pain covering most of my body.

‘Goddess, I hate cars.’ Maya groaned, ‘We’re running everywhere from now on.’

“You need to get the hell up before the witches catch up.” Tristan hissed quietly, wedging his hands underneath my arms.

As he lifted me to my feet, the pain that wrapped itself around every bone and muscle in my body began to throb, pulsating to the same beat as my heart. I must’ve let out groan of some sort because Tristan muttered an apology and began looking me over. I swayed on my feet as he lifted my t-shirt, trying and failing miserably to swat his hands away.

“I’m fine!” I insisted, “I just need a damn minute.”

“We don’t have a minute.” He retorted, jostling me hard enough to snare my attention.

It was then I looked at him, noticing the blood that trickled from a gash on his forehead. His hair was matted and disheveled, the blond strands tinted copper with blood. I trailed my eyes downwards and frowned. His clothes were wet. Soaked to the bone, actually.

I spun around fast enough to make my vision blur, the tree’s doubling and tripling before my eyes. It didn’t stop me from seeing the river we’d crashed into, or the minivan wedged directly in its center. The windows were blown out and the airbags deployed, blocking me from seeing into the driver’s side.

“Tristan, where is Dina?” I asked quietly, not tearing my eyes away from the van. “Don’t tell me you left her in there.”

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her out of there!” I snarled, whirling on

was waiting for me to break, to realize that time was ticking away and that sooner or later the witches would find us. Panic swelled in my chest, but not at the thought of getting caught. Dina was moments away from becoming the next person to lose their life because of me. That fear,

it because his face contorted into a look of outrage. His eyes flared so brightly that for a moment, I thought he might throttle me. Instead, he ran a hand over his face, smearing some of the blood down his cheek, and raced to

my healing and to chase away this exhaustion that

was able to move without falling over, I hurried to Tristan’s side. He had hoisted Dina from the driver’s seat, slinging her over his shoulder. The slight limp in his left leg was

murmured, wincing as Tristan lowered her

Tristan said briskly, “…and

only on the jagged piece of bone that had torn through Dina’s flesh. “We need to set her leg so she can heal properly, then we can get

hours, but I can feel my healing slowing.” Dina said quietly, her tone eerily peaceful and face turned towards the skyline. “I won’t be healed before it rises. I’ll only slow you down, which means you need to

what that means—” I snapped, grinding my

to shift.” Tristan said firmly. “You need to shift and get out of

a few steps in my direction, blocking my path to Dina with his broad shoulders. I could feel my adrenaline spike, matching the refusal that not only burned my tongue, but stung my eyes and constricted around my throat. The world around me was trembling. Every branch and every leaf shook, yet no one else noticed. It took me longer than it should’ve to realize I was shaking my head, showing my refusal

and anticipated his explosion

Why do you have to be so goddamn stubborn? Be selfish, Lola. Get out of here and live. Your life matters

heaving, rising, and falling even faster than mine. There was something about the raw edge to his rage that sapped my own. I was still exhausted, but I could think clearly, could feel

took a deep breath, and when I spoke, my voice

mind-set that made Vampire’s, Werewolves, and Witches hate one another. It doesn’t matter what I am, my life is not

clenched and unclenched his

made my decision, Tristan. Respect it and help me set

on the confidence and fearlessness of a Luna a time or two, but this was something more. The shadows lingering in the forest writhed at the