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.

of his grief as he

Sean. 20

brother, reduced to

in it’s shroud of darkness was unlike anything I’d

death hadn’t hit this hard, hadn’t tore a hole through my chest

or at the massive gashes covering his

‘This is your fault. This

burst, but no one seems to register the sound. It’s then I realize

table did my dad’s head snap up. The sight

beacon of strength, a warrior even though his prime had long passed, was torn to absolute shreds. There was no strength in his glossy eyes, no ferocity on his tear-stained face. Only age lines, grief, and a longing for

so hard but it came out as a meek

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

sob, slamming his hand on the surface

my father and held him-held the man who had slaughtered enemies, won wars, and lived to tell the

myself. The truth was right in front of my face, but

so cold, his

was real. Sean was actually

sorry.” I whispered, clenching my fists so hard that my muscles cramped and spasmed, but it kept

if I started crying, I’d never

his head snapped up and his eyes found

Promise me-promise me you will,

mixed with heady magic flooding my body was a response to his plea. It was as though all this time I’d only

him, unable to

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

Dad doesn’t know.

that it was

Asher killed Sean.

back to visit my grandma one last time before hunting down the witch that attacked them. There was no plan forming in my head, but one

Sean…they were attacked. I’m-I’m

do you mean Sean didn’t make it?

understand, 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.

Sean was already…and your grandma, she was on the floor. Before

“Who was it, Breyona?”

“Asher…it was Asher.”

seeing his lifeless body for myself,

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

the room before finding me hovering in the doorway, pale as a

softly. It took a great deal of

you heard me before…which is understandable, but I told you I was going to try a little magic to wake

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

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

I could see that the woman in the hospital bed was my grandma. She had the same long, flowing hair tinged with silver streaks and a face full of a lifetime of joy. That

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

cresting, crashing along the

There would be time to cry, but

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