Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 119 – “You’re sure?”‘ I asked Mason, my irritation increasing with each missing piece thrust in front of my face.

Mason met Asher and I on our way to Carson’s parent’s house, My stomach was rumbling from the lack of food, but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep anything down if I tried. Just the thought of facing the shattered remains of her family, it left my nerves frayed and exposed.

“Thanks, Mason.” I sighed, feeling that familiar pang of guilt as I looked into his mossy hazel eyes.

Asher’s phone began to ring. He frowned at the screen and turned away, placing the phone against his ear. The voice on the other end was muffled, but it was Mason I had my attention on.

“Don’t feel bad, Lola. We’ve both been busy these last two weeks.” His easygoing smile gave me some reassurance, but not much. “Once you start your training back up, we’ll see more of each other.”

“How has training been going?” I asked, feeling a little more lighthearted when some of the spark returned to his eyes.

“It’s harsher here in the capital. Your mate was going easy on us back then, y’know?” He grinned, and it was impossible not to smile back. Even with my stomach full of dread, Maya and I were both excited to keep up with our warrior training. He got into the Chevy Asher loaned him and chuckled, “Give me a call when you’re ready to join. There’s still some empty slots left, not that it matters since you’re Luna and all.”

Facing Carson’s parents, it was a sign of respect and something we were expected to do as Luna and Alpha. It was the circumstance and cause of d***h that soured things, which made my heart hammer mercilessly as we climbed the cement steps of Carson’s family home.

I wouldn’t run, even if the cowardly voice in my head begged me to do so.

I could feel pieces of myself, of the carefully constructed façade I had erected, cracking and chipping away as I looked -saw the hole that had been torn through her family, and through their lives.

Her parents were respectful and gracious to Asher and me, who had a hand in their daughter’s d***h, no matter how removed that hand might be. The grief in their eyes and hearts radiated from every pore, filling the house until the air was thick and heavy. Sounds were deeper, scents richer.

I couldn’t smile this time, knowing how flimsy and fake it would look. These people, who held pieces of their daughter within their chestnut hair, pale eyes, full lips, and dimpled cheeks–they would see right through it. Parents cursed with losing a child, they knew what fake smiles looked like.

The photos that lined the walls, framed in thick wood and covered in streak-free glass. Smiles and bright eyes, young baby -like faces that slimmed and lengthened with age. Missing teeth became full, toddler bob-cuts grew into long curls. They were whispers and echoes of the past carried throughout the future.

at the last family photograph on

Carson and her younger sister, showed them grow and mature over the years. Carson, in her high-school graduation gown and her sister, wearing a dress of pink

I channeled the kindling of rage that had ignited the moment

the k****r post that photo of Carson and I?” I asked Asher on our drive

to sort through the hurricane in my head. The steady rhythm of his hand along

gut feelings and Holly’s nightmares that she rarely talked about. Asher’s suspicion made him unnaturally careful. It’s part

the sight of him, tense and rough in all the right places, it took away some of the anxiety that made my throat ache. “People like Carson’s parents, they respect our family. No matter

Asher could give me, and let it chase away the

the two-car garage. I noticed a head of glossy auburn hair, like rubies in the sunlight,

call or mind link.” Asher’s stern voice made my stomach flutter and

I could and leaned towards him. He made no movements as I brushed my lips against his, once

into his toffee colored eyes, mesmerized by the

voice was sincere but held a

he contemplated locking the doors and speeding away, giving into those instincts that told him to protect at all costs. He knew I’d fight, though. That there was no way in h**l he could control me, and even though it infuriated him, it

from the cup of tea in her hands and noticed a few small buds floating on the surface. She looked up at me from where she sat on the porch, reclined on the plush cushion of a wicker bench. “It’s what

How is it

much can interfere with fate, and fate…she rarely likes to be meddled with.” Rowena shook her head, chasing the momentary fog from her

wore, which was cinched at the waist with a thin belt and ended

dozen bundles sat on the kitchen table, bound in frayed twine. It gave the house a sweet scent with

short hallway to where the den was. Bookshelves lined the walls, circling an oak desk stacked with old looking texts. The window seat with its dainty throw pillows and the armchair with it’s clawed feet were the only comforting things in

me from everything.” I

second nature, and while he’d do everything possible to keep me alive, only together