Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 217

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.

and his shoulders quaked with the weight of his grief

Sean. 20

annoying big brother, reduced to nothing more

shroud of darkness was unlike anything

hadn’t hit this hard, hadn’t tore a hole through my chest so large that already I could feel

or at the massive

‘This is your fault. This

ears might burst, but no one seems to register the sound. It’s then I realize the screaming is in my head, but that doesn’t make it stop. If anything, it makes

sight of him,

though his prime had long passed, was torn to absolute shreds. There was no strength in his

to speak, tried so hard but

knows it’s your fault. He knows. You’re not even his daughter. You killed his son, his

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

who had slaughtered enemies, won wars, and lived to tell the tale. She held the man five times her size as he broke, doing

skin and see for myself. The truth was right

was so cold, his skin

real. Sean was

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

like Dad, if I

head snapped up and

witch that did this. Promise me-promise me you will,

for justice shattered the last tendrils 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 time

promised him, unable

on repeat, slashing and carving away at the bleeding

Dad doesn’t know.

know that it

Asher killed Sean.

was no plan forming in my head, but one way or another I

attacked. I’m-I’m so sorry, Lola. Sean

didn’t make it?

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

was wide open. Sean was already…and your grandma, she was

“Who was it, Breyona?”

“Asher…it was Asher.”

his lifeless body for

hospital room, nothing

her eyes open and scanning the room before finding me hovering in the doorway, pale

spoke softly. It took a great deal of my attention to understand the words she

but I told you I was going to

I figured I’d give it a try. I think I healed

I fought

could see that the woman in the hospital bed was my grandma. She had the same long, flowing hair tinged with silver streaks and

his eyes downcast. “If you need anything, just let us know,

him when he pulled me into his arms. His scent had always been calming, like a gentle wave cresting, crashing along the sandy shore of a beach.

told them. There would be time to cry, but

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