Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 178

Chapter 178

“What the fuck?” I deadpanned, staring at what could easily be my father’s clone like the man himself had risen from the grave and sewn his head back on.

I couldn’t process the thoughts churning in my head enough to formulate any other response, but I couldn’t help but feel as though those three words summed things up brilliantly.

He had the same thick hair, composed of the darkest onyx, that Holly and I inherited, along with the startling eyes. His build was definitely larger than my father’s, but his face, the wide-set jaw and sloped nose—that was the same.

The man who claimed to be my uncle—as if that wasn’t the weirdest thing I’d ever said, raised one of his dark eyebrows. “Well said.”

“You’re Deacon?” I managed, my voice a touch suspicious.

He nodded imperceptibly, “That’s what I’m called.”

“The former King doesn’t have a brother. I spent nearly all of my time by his side, and never had he mentioned a brother. How is this possible?” Tristan grimaced, hovering protectively at my side.

Deacon snorted at Tristan’s reaction, his broad shoulders shifting in the process. The other Vampire’s in the warehouse, the one’s he’d been conversing with, stared with equal parts curiosity and contempt.

“You think just because you spent your every waking moment preening after my brother, means you get access to his secrets? Try again. My brother would’ve served your head to the witches on a silver platter if it meant getting what he wanted, no matter how loyal you were.” He replied, rubbing at the stubble on his chin as though he had a second, more amusing thought. “No wonder you’re following this one around. You must be grateful she got rid of him before he could get rid of you.”

The teasing and condescending tone laced within his rough voice made me bristle, sending a rush of heat down my neck and arms.

“Lola. My name is Lola.”

replied, putting emphasis on my name as he stared at me with those glacier eyes—cold, but not nearly as cold as my father’s. “You’ve changed since you beheaded my brother. You’re stronger, more confident

even with all the Vampire’s in the room

must have your hands full. Does your mate know you’re here? Alpha Asher is a well-known name in this country, though you’re becoming

have a bunch of witches trying to kill me, and yes, Asher knows

ever so slightly. It was something my father would’ve never done, a movement that lacked the class and etiquette he

where here is. So, what’s keeping me from separating your head from your body like you did my brother,

off of him like a furnace, so scalding that I thought

at the man who had just threatened to lob my head off. I craned my head to the left and right, pretending to look around. “As far as I can tell, you’re holed up here, in

they did so, I realized why my father never smiled

my father was, eyes glinting with unshod knowledge and cruelty. Even though there were differences between the two, I had a feeling they were alike

my web like little spiders. They whisper information down the threads, and I hear it. How else would I know about the murders in your pack, or of your mate’s unhinged nature?

giving Deacon the satisfaction of knowing he’d gotten to me. A thought slithered into my head, and rather than play

pack, it’s frightening.” I nodded solemnly. “It affects me so deeply because a certain prisoner of mine, the one who gave me the directions to this place, she

almost humorous light to his eyes vanished, blown out like a candle whose wisps of smoke trickled and faded

 

the fuck out?’ His tone was flat, not too loud but

bustling towards the fallen shelves, headed

Dina.” He grunted at the

African American Vampire who’d stopped our bike in the middle of the road nodded, and I swore a wave of understanding passed between the two, one I wasn’t sure

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