Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 91 – Three days, or possibly four–I wasn’t entirely sure, but the monotony of being locked in this room was slowly eating away at me. The silver cuff on my wrist kept me from mind-linking Asher, and kept Maya at bay. My skin under the cuff was sore, red and irritated as though I had a rash.

My days and nights began to switch, s******g with my already questionable sleeping pattern–not that I expected much sleep when my Father was somewhere lurking about. Tristan came to the door once every couple of hours, a tray of food and a small cup of blood in his hands. He needn’t worry that I might run, as I was already too weak from the constant contact with silver. I was practically human, making Tristan and the rest of the Vampire’s much stronger than me.

Each day I’d ask Tristan when the Vampire King would finally see me, when would Breyona and Giovanni be released–each time he said ‘soon’, annoyingly cryptic. It gave me more than enough time to think over Tristan’s sudden loyalty switch. He had told me once that he had his own plans, that he never wished for the Werewolf species to be eradicated. Does that mean I suddenly trusted him? Not at all, but I needed whatever allies I could find.

I leapt from the bed as I heard footsteps echo down the hallway, followed by the thick wooden door to my bedroom holding cell open. Tristan stood in the doorway, this time without a tray in his hands. He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and hushed.

My stomach was in knots as I followed him down the hallway, towards the back of the warehouse. Tristan was silent the entire time, his shoulders tense at what was to come. We stopped in front of a thick set of double doors, the wood smooth and flawless to the touch. Two Vampire’s stood on either side of the door, their dark eyes never once straying from where they stared.

My eyes bounced around the room as the doors swung open, revealing a room I had once been to. It was the room I visited when my Father used the shadows to call me to him. A large maroon sectional was sat in front of a large fire place, a thick Persian rug under our feet. A small bar carried decanters of suspicious looking scarlet liquid. Sitting on the sectional, with one of his arms draped over the back, was my Father–the Vampire King.

I had seen my Father once before, but this time was different. I hadn’t seen him in person, not truly. The aura that surrounded him was dark and suffocating, like walking into a sauna. My lungs struggled to breathe in the thick air, and my heartrate sky rocketed. The mop of styled raven hair on his head was identical to my own, right down to his bright eyes, which stared into the flames roaring in the fireplace.

I was hyperaware at how the shadows in the room slithered, hiding in the darkness as they surrounded us. I could taste their excitement, their interest in what was about to happen.

“Sit, Lola.” My Father all but commanded, never once turning to look me in the eye.

Tristan stood off to the side, leaning against the fireplace mantle as I trailed over to the couch. I sat as far away from my Father as I could get, holding my ground as he turned and looked into my eyes.

I always thought his eyes would be empty, lacking any hint of a soul. I was wrong, his eyes weren’t empty. They were filled with a burning hunger that would bring the world to its knees, an anger that consumed every sliver of compassion or conscience. Looking into my Father’s eyes taught me something, evil doesn’t just pop into existence–evil is born, bred, and taught.

I tried to imagine my Father as a child, eyes full of wonder and happiness. I didn’t bother looking for any sliver of good within him, as I knew it had all been smothered by that vicious fire burning in his eyes, but he had not been born evil. Life warped him, changed him into this monster–and not once had he resisted.

I could see my features reflected in his own. The dark hair, full lips, and round eyes. Looking at my Father’s face made me realize how little I had gotten from my Mom, and I wondered how she stomached raising me. How could she look into my eyes for all those years and not see the evil, twisted mate she had once given into?

asked, those luminous eyes staring at me, slicing away the layers until he reached

his stare. Everything about him was intense, frighteningly so. I knew without a doubt that with my help, he would achieve his goal. He would never rest until the Werewolves

need a Queen.” I repeated the words that plagued my

the Vampire King for too long. My Father scoffed, though the action lacked emotion. He looked me over for a minute, running his eyes down my hair, my face with his speculatory gaze. I was sure

as he stared at me. I had the feeling his question was rhetorical, so I kept my

and I wracked my brain for every last detail I remembered. Grandma had taught me the history of witches, though not much was

to be a lot of witches, but many lines

My Father pressed,

I don’t.” I

a plan, one that would rid the world of our enemies. A plan that would ensure Vampires were finally able to step into the light.” My Father continued, “Vampires have been at the bottom

leaving the room, Tristan had warned me not to

smile was oily and serpent-like. “Let me tell you a story, then you

was talking about my Mother. I wanted to stop him, to deny that she would’ve ever had a part in his plans, but Tristan’s firm look stopped me in my tracks. “I told her of the child we would have, and her importance in this world. The child would be of three different species, and would wield power the world has not yet seen. She would be the product of a Werewolf and a Vampire, but hold power bestowed to her from generations of Witches. The young, mated Werewolf was horrified when she learned the truth, that she would sire

it couldn’t be. My Mom would never join his side, would never abandon her people. My stomach rolled, and I clenched my fists as I fought the urge to hurl all over the expensive Persian rug on the floor. He had used the mate-bond against her to conceive me, that much I expected. What I couldn’t understand was how he thought that child was me. Witches were all but extinct,

a witch.” I shook my head, “You’re

am rarely ever wrong.” My Father smiled grimly; the shadow of the crackling fire wavered against his alabaster skin. “My Mother was the last in a long and ancient line of witches. She was Half-Vampire, and had been sought out by my

me to remain calm, to remain respectful. My Father wasn’t above hurting me, nor would our family relations keep him from throwing me in a cell

to memory. “Do not overthink your purpose here. You will comply to my terms, or be eradicated with the rest of the Werewolves. I won’t for one second believe you have suddenly changed sides. As my first-born, you hold

repeated, feeling my gut twist at

sure he knew about Sean, but I refused to speak his name, to give the Vampire King another person to use against

wave at Tristan. “You would be amazed at what they can do, if

left the room, returning a moment later with someone in tow. Every muscle in my body stiffened, every joint locked as I looked into the eyes of a girl no older than eighteen. My hair, my Father’s hair sat on her head in long, raven-colored waves. Her face was soft and round like my