Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 93 – Tristan had stopped by later on in the day, and I set my plan in motion. I was becoming impatient, each passing day increased my anxiety. The silver bands around my wrist kept me separate from Asher, though I didn’t have enough information to give him at the moment. Worst case scenario, I’d use the shadows to contact him, but I needed to find out the location of the warehouse and when the Vampire’s planned to a****k.

I nearly ambushed Tristan as he came into my room, asking–begging him to give me any information he could. I could see the indecision in his eyes, and nearly screamed as he stormed from my room. The next few days went that way, me begging Tristan for his help, only for him to storm out. Each time, I could see the indecision burning in his eyes. I wasn’t sure I could ever truly trust Tristan, but it was clear he wasn’t sure which side he was on.

“Don’t start this again.” Tristan grunted as I pleaded with him for the fourth time.

“Tristan, if Asher doesn’t get this information, it’s over.” I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face. Even in this large suite, I was a prisoner. “What do you think will happen then? He’ll a****k, and the pack will be overwhelmed. I can see it in your eyes Tristan, you don’t want this war. So, help me. Help me stop it.”

“Let’s say I help you and your Alpha wins; my people would suffer.” Tristan snapped, his ocean eyes narrowing into little slits. “Countless Vampire’s would be k****d. Don’t think I haven’t heard about Alpha Bran. He would single handedly fight for the slaughter of my kind–of our kind.”

“I don’t want that any more than you do.” I shook my head. I had too much time to think things over. If Tristan and Giovanni were both questioning the morals of my Father’s plan, then how many others were thinking the same? Vampires weren’t inherently evil, just as werewolves weren’t. They all deserved a place in this new world, one where peace was an attainable goal. “Countless will d*e either way, that’s war.”

“Then what is it you want, Lola?” Tristan asked, he sounded confused and exhausted. “What is the outcome you’re looking for?”

“I want our species to get along, to stop trying to k**l one another.” I hissed, “I want peace. I want Vampire’s and Werewolves to wake up in the morning, not fearing for their life.”

“I want the same, Lola.” Tristan murmured; his eyes thoughtful.

“Then help me.” I pleaded, forcing all the emotion I held into my words. I channeled my desperation, the overwhelming desire to see my mate again, and the need I felt towards protecting my younger sister. “Help me get this information to Asher.”

“You need to promise me something, Lola.” Tristan spoke lowly. “Promise me, you’ll always have the best interests for Vampire’s in mind. You’re not just a Werewolf, you need to remember that.”

“I promise.” I swallowed, unable to shake the feeling that my words were binding. “I want what’s best for both of our species.”

the urge to flinch away from him. Standing this close to him, it felt too personal and just wrong. The looming threat of my heat was dangling over my head. I had been

his lips hovering over my ear. I clenched my teeth together as his breath fanned across my cheek, silently wishing it were Asher who stood this close to me. His words were low, and I

plans to a****k your pack tomorrow night. Your Father and his troops will be leaving out at sunset, tomorrow. The main group will a****k from the North, your Father and another team will venture in from the West and head North.” Tristan whispered, “He will leave you and Holly here. He doesn’t need you until after your Alpha’s pack has been demolished. You’re at an abandoned warehouse in Screven, South Carolina. The

room. My head snapped down in time to notice the silver cuffs falling from my wrists, the padlock securing them unlocked. As I lifted my head to meet

silver could heal much slower, but all I had was a raw, painful rash. I couldn’t still my frantic heartbeat

hid the silver shackles under the bed, curling under the covers as I searched for Asher with my mind. At some point I had drifted off,

deep. The voice called out to my soul, yanking me from my sleep with a rough hand. ‘Lola, are

voice called out in my mind. For a moment, I sat on the bed grinning like an idiot. This was the most comfort I’ve had all week, and I had

Asher hissed; his voice laced with frightened venom. ‘This is the first

pain that darted behind my eyes. Tears stained my

‘Don’t f**king scare me like that! I haven’t heard

cuffs–they put silver cuffs on me.’ I choked out. I closed my eyes and took a few steadying breaths, calming my nerves so that I could give Asher a rundown of everything that happened. ‘There’s so much I need to tell you,

didn’t have a clue when Tristan would come back, or when these cuffs would need to return to my wrists. I didn’t want to tell Asher about the other side of my heritage over the mind-link. I wanted to look into the depths of his dark eyes as I told him what

back.’ Asher responded, and I left out a choked sob. My Father had been good on his word, the

mate’s voice, the feeling of him through our mate-bond. ‘My Father plans on attacking tomorrow night. Half of his men will come from

done.’ Asher replied, and I could feel his dread through the mate-bond. He wanted this war as much as I did–not at all. This war was a necessity. This pack–our entire species was being threatened. There was only one way to eradicate a threat like this. To cut the head off the

a featherlight caress through the mate-bond. “I’m at an abandoned

you, Lola.’ Asher murmured, ‘When I find you, you’re never leaving my sight.

I have someone else here we need to rescue. My

from you. Not again.’ Asher snarled, but I could hear the hesitation in