Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 217

It was all a blur up until the moment my feet. hit the polished tile floors of the towns Hospital.

Breyona steadying me as I screamed, the air melting from between my fingers, replaced with shadow and night, was vacant from my memory.

“Room 232…” A faceless woman in cheery, rainbow scrubs said to Breyona.

I blinked and we were down the hall. The second time and a set of elevator doors were closing, a third and we were in another hall, approaching an open doorway where the scents of my friends and family poured from within.

Every step we took was another chance to get ahold of myself, to control the ragged breaths that slid past my lips.

It wouldn’t have mattered. I wasn’t sure even Asher himself could put together the broken shards of my heart, not when I stepped into the room and saw her.

The woman on the hospital bed, frail and much too thin, couldn’t have been my grandma.

This couldn’t be the same woman that put her entire heart and soul into every pastry she baked to the point where she had the entire town hooked on her desserts. 1

Grandma’s face wasn’t this lumpy, this misshapen or speckled with black and blue splotches like deadly flowers blooming beneath the skin. This wasn’t the woman who would spend all morning baking, dancing to a tune only she could hear while the cottage filled with the mouthwatering scent of cinnamon and baked apples.

This had to be some kind of sick joke.

I told myself this over and over again, but her scent-the scent I’d memorized over the long year I’d lived with her, said otherwise.

The only solace, and the only thing keeping me together, was the steady beep from the heartrate monitor at her bedside.

I scanned the room to find Breyona, but instead spotted Mason, Clara, and Holly.

Clara was rubbing Mason’s back in slow, soothing circles, her grief-stricken eyes on where grandma laid in bed. Even the witch, who had somehow become a part of this pack, cared for grandma. Mason’s hazel eyes were bright with tears, the green specks so much brighter when he cried without abandon. His lips were moving, saying something, but I couldn’t make out the words. Holly was rigid, carved from stone as her attention darted back and forth between grandma and I, unable to settle on one thing.

Chris appeared in the doorway, charging over to grandma’s bedside, his mouth moving but nothing emerged.

I found Breyona standing off to the side, her hand against her lips to muffle the sobs that wracked her chest.

“Where is my dad?” I asked her.

“He’s downstairs…” She whispered, her voice teetering on the edge of a sob. “… identifying the body.”

Again, I blinked and was elsewhere, standing in a dimly lit hallway on the bottom floor of the Hospital. 2

The Morgue.

As the placards above the doors increased in number, I slowed my pace. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember which room Breyona said to go to, but it didn’t matter in the end.

There were windows along the walls that allowed you to see inside, and that was how I found my dad.

No one noticed when the door creaked open, and I stepped inside. Only Flora and the

Pathologist on duty registered my presence, but not my dad.

his head was bowed, and his shoulders quaked with the weight of his grief as he cried over the lifeless

Sean. 20

reduced to nothing

that encased me in it’s shroud of darkness was unlike anything

through my chest so large that already I

skin. or at the massive gashes covering his body, but I

my head screeched, ‘This is your fault. This is your

sound. It’s then I realize the screaming is in my head, but that doesn’t make it stop. If anything,

the table did my dad’s head snap up. The sight of him, it made the hole in my

to absolute shreds. There was

so hard but it came

vicious voice in my head snarled, ‘He knows it’s your fault. He knows. You’re not even his daughter.

he let out a gut- wrenching sob, slamming his hand on the surface of the metal table hard enough to make

woman who preferred flowery sundresses and dancing to whimsical music, wrapped her dainty arms around my father and held him-held the man who had slaughtered enemies, won wars, and lived to tell the tale. She held the man five times her size as he broke, doing all she could to piece him

trembled as I reached out, aching to touch my big brother’s skin and see for myself. The truth was right

cold, his skin

was real. Sean was actually

I’m so so sorry.” I whispered, clenching my fists so hard that my muscles cramped

if I started crying,

his head snapped up and his

this. Promise me-promise me you will, Lola.” He said

of restraint keeping me together. The darkness-the grim determination mixed with heady magic flooding my body was a response to his plea. It was as though all this

promised him, unable to say anything

the same thought played in my head on repeat, slashing and carving away at

Dad doesn’t know.

know that it was

Asher killed Sean.

head, but one

your grandma, and Sean…they were attacked. I’m-I’m

you mean Sean didn’t make it? Who-Who

Lola. I—I was the one that found them. I was looking for you, and when I stopped by your house and you weren’t there, I figured I’d check Asher’s parents. Claire and Killian weren’t home, and neither was your dad, but your grandma’s car was still in the

there, the front door was wide open. Sean was already…and your grandma, she was on the floor. Before she lost consciousness she told me who killed

“Who was it, Breyona?”

“Asher…it was Asher.”

now, after seeing his lifeless body

entered the hospital room, nothing had changed. Well, except

awake, her eyes open and scanning the room before

from Mason and spoke softly. It took a great deal of my attention

is understandable, but I told you I was going to try a little magic to wake her up. I-I have

I figured I’d give it a try.

with every word I fought tears, but I hoped she could pick up

my grandma. She had the same long, flowing hair tinged with silver streaks and a face full of a lifetime of joy. That joy had been dimmed

outside and let you talk.” Mason murmured; his eyes downcast. “If you need

me into his arms. His scent had always been calming, like a gentle wave cresting, crashing along the sandy shore of a beach. I breathed him in, all the while steadying myself and fighting back

I told them. There would be time to cry, but