Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 142 – Sean stopped us just as we were getting into the car, his arms piled high with sweets. Like dad, he chose to stay behind for the séance. He hadn’t spoken much of the day mom died, but Sean found closure for that on his own.

In a way, Sean made getting over mom seem easy, but I knew the truth. No matter how disciplined, a person could only take so much pain. The agony of losing your mate was said to be the worst in existence. Just the thought of Asher fading was unbearable. Never hearing the husky sound of his voice in the morning or feeling his hair through my fingers as he showed me how loved I was with his lips and tongue; it was a fate I wouldn’t wish on any wolf.

As Asher pulled away from the curb, the car was engulfed in silence that felt much too loud. Watching dad and Flora, then talking to Sean, it distracted me from why we had come. I still had news to break to my grandma, news I hadn’t yet processed myself.

f I was surprised grandma had a witch for a sister, I wonder how she’d feel. Then again, I was horrible at guessing her reactions.

“Whatever it is you’re all keeping from me, you might as well spit it out. The silence is making my ears ring.” She huffed, pinning me with her stare as we locked eyes through the passenger mirror.

Drawing things out would only grate on her nerves, so I eased into it the only way I knew how.

“The séance went…well. Mom showed up, and she gave us a list of ingredients we need to undo the binding spell. Cordelia has them all, but there’s one on the list we don’t have.” I took a deep breath, and then another. Maya encouraged me from the darkest depths of my mind, reminding me of all our glorious accomplishments as she left me to tell grandma alone. “We needed the blood of the witch who casted the spell, but she…she’s d**d. The only substitution is blood from a direct relative—like a sister.”

Grandma blinked, “…what do I have to do with this?”

The decades old wisdom that was etched into every fine line and blemish on her face began to fade. Its loss made her look younger, more unsure of the world and her place in it. I had only seen a handful of pictures from grandma’s childhood, and not one featured another sibling.

“You have a sister, grandma…she’s the one who bound my powers.” I hated the look of uncertainty on her face as she connected the dots. The one person who had an answer for everything was now speechless. “Did you know about her? Did you know she was a witch?”

ice water. Higher it inched, but quiet we remained. The tension had grown so thick that

were all ready to fling ourselves

grandma looked her age. The light that filled her made her youthful but

Breyona, nodding up

screen door rattled against the frame and clicked in place,

lot. Thinking back on it, I’m not sure she ever stopped.” Her voice held no weakness, only unequivocal strength as she squared her shoulders and took a deep breath. “I had no clue she was a witch. I don’t know why she wouldn’t have

fix things, so I wrapped my arms around her and inhaled the sweet scent of lavender and confectioners’

the middle of a crowd, worse

or Asher, the Alpha who named a tribrid as his Luna. Mason and Sean suffered the d***h of

I mumbled against the scratchy fabric of her cardigan. “…and

chuckled and pulled away. Humor danced in her eyes but did nothing to cover the confusion and hurt she clearly

Almost dislocated a hip when that mate of yours shoved me into the car-” She smiled roguishly and wound her

then cleared my throat. “Grandma, would you kindly allow us to draw some of your blood for a magical reversal

head, and an unsure smile played on her lips. “…I’ll let you have my blood, but would you mind if I watched in on

We stopped at the screen door, “…you know since your

be a witch.” She

shrugged and held the screen door back before following her into the house. “It’s just a theory, you