Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 83 – The conversation I had with Tristan replayed in my head until a headache whispered at my temples. What did he mean? How did the Vampire King have a backup plan? Was there some way I could refuse the throne, and why would I sorely regret it?

My inner monologue was cut short by the sound of Breyona waking up. The two of us headed down to her kitchen where we cooked a huge breakfast. As her Mom and Dad were particularly useless in the kitchen, they sat on the sidelines with steaming cups of coffee in their hands. Breyona hadn’t worked up the nerve to tell her parents she found her mate, let alone tell them he was a vampire. They both had asked a couple questions about Breyona’s mystery mate, but quickly dropped the subject.

Once we finished with breakfast, Breyona insisted on sorting through her closet to find me the perfect outfit for this afternoon. I wondered what lengths Asher had gone to for my birthday celebration and how large the party would actually be. Breyona wouldn’t let a single detail slip, claiming I could use a positive surprise after all that’s happened. She managed to find me a little black dress, the sleeves hung low and exposed my shoulders. It was a far cry from other dress Breyona had given me, the one I had suffered a stab wound in. This dress was longer, much more appropriate for a birthday party.

Breyona managed to keep me thoroughly distracted until late in the afternoon. She had applied a thin layer of make-up to my face, using black eyeshadow around my eyes. After a generous helping of concealer and loose powder to the scarlet mark on my shoulder, it was successfully covered up. Though I could no longer see the mark, I could still feel the weight of it on my skin. She also curled my raven hair into large ringlets, brushing them out so they framed my face perfectly.

My pleas at leaving the house had gone unnoticed. She had denied my idea of visiting Giovanni, knowing I would use the opportunity to sneak a peak at what Asher and my family had been up to. We were both worried about the future, and how the pack might react to Giovanni.

“If Asher’s my mate, their Luna will be a half-breed.” I shrugged, though it didn’t ease the worry in my gut.

“Maybe–maybe Giovanni and I should just leave.” Breyona frowned, concealing the pain burning in her eyes.

“No.” I shook my head, my voice hard. “I’m not letting anyone drive you away. If Giovanni is truly on our side, he’s part of this pack. Anyone who has a problem with that can come to me.”

I wasn’t ready to voice what Tristan had told me; that he was in fact on our side. Tristan’s loyalty came with conditions, but he was willing to stand against my Father.

Most in the pack would follow Asher’s word as law, but there would be some who retaliate. People like Alpha Bran had a long standing vendetta against the Vampire’s and would never accept them into their lives. If I were to become Luna, would I be able to do what must be done? Those who rise against Asher would have to be snuffed out. I couldn’t expect Asher to react to treason with mercy.

We left the house around six in the afternoon. Breyona promised to stay at the party for as long as she could, but had to leave to bring Giovanni some blood. Asher allowed Breyona to take blood from the pack hospital, so long as it was nearing it’s expiration date. Asher had been respectful when questioning Giovanni, even though he still didn’t trust him.

Confusion was written on my face as we approached the pack house. The large yard spanning the front of the house looked exactly the same. The flower beds along the porch had been tended to, the bright gardenias and poppy flowers were swaying in the afternoon breeze. As we got out of the car, I was battered by a hundred different scents. Upbeat music trickled through the open windows of the pack house, the breeze carried the scent of roasted chicken, sugary icing, and various barbecued foods. If I listened hard enough, I could hear the faint chatter and laughter of people.

Breyona led me through the pack house with a grin on her face, placing her hands over my eyes at the last minute. With an amused scoff, I let her lead me through the house. She slid the backdoor open, my nose and ears showed me what my eyes couldn’t.

The chattering had died down as the door opened, replaced by hushed whispers. Now that I was closer, I could make out the scent of each food. My stomach rumbled in response as Breyona removed her hands.

The large garden behind the pack house had been completely renovated. It was clear how I hadn’t noticed it from my window, as the party strayed from that side of the house. The sun was slowly lowering in the sky, casting buttery light across the plush clouds. Twinkling lights had been woven through the rose bushes and over the canopy of trees. Various fountains sat around the garden with stone benches circling each one. A couple large grills were scattered about, my Dad manning one of them. Grilled meat was piled onto large platters and placed onto long buffet-style tables. Although it wasn’t dark outside, lit torches lined the garden. The party wasn’t refined or proper, making it absolutely perfect.

Something strange swelled inside my gut as I looked on at the crowd of people who had come to the party. Most came for the celebration, needing a bit of happiness in the midst of all this h****r, but Asher and my family had planned this entire party for me. I blinked back the tears that pricked my eyes and grinned at the crowd of people.

“Happy Birthday, Lola!” Breyona grinned, glancing at the plates of steaming food.

“Where’s Asher?” I couldn’t help but ask. I was practically shaking at the thought of seeing him, at the thought of finding my mate. For a moment, sympathy flashed in Breyona’s eyes and my stomach dropped.

“He’ll be here.” Breyona smiled softly, understanding the anxiety boiling in my gut. “He’s stationing the rest of his and Alpha Bran’s men around the borders. We don’t want any surprises tonight. Come and enjoy the party, I know you’re d***g to eat as much as I am.”

I traveled down the porch steps with Breyona, heading over to the grill my Dad was cooking on. His eyes crinkled as he saw me, pulling me into a hug before I could say anything more.

“Your Mom would be so proud of you, Lola.” Dad grumbled, wiping away the tears that formed in my eyes. “You might have not come from me, but I watched you grow and learn. I was there when you first shifted and nearly took Sean’s head off. You’ll always be my daughter.”

“And you’ll always be my Dad.” I chuckled a little breathlessly.

I breathed in his familiar scent as it mixed with the smell of grilled food. No matter who my Father was, I already had a Dad. The man who raised me could be replaced by no other. I grabbed a piece of grilled chicken from the large plate my Dad had, giving him a cheeky grin as I plucked the piece in my mouth.

“Hey, Lola!” Sean shouted, maneuvering through the crowd to greet me. “Happy birthday! There’s someone here who wants to talk to you!”

I turned from my Dad with a wave and followed Sean. For a moment, my heart was hammering in my chest. I assumed it were Asher who wanted to speak with me, but my excitement quickly turned sour as I caught Mason’s gaze. He was seated at one of the stone benches, watching the water trickle from one of the many fountains. This particular fountain was wide-rimmed with a voluptuous woman standing in the center. Water poured from her open hands, her face a mask of serenity and peace.

Mason had seen better days, but seemed to be putting on a brave face. His eyes were bright but ringed with darkness. His usual lopsided smile was missing, replaced with one of uncertainty. Sean clapped a hand on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile that held a certain familiarity.

‘It seems Sean took our advice.’ Maya murmured, ‘Hopefully they help eachother cope with everything.’

Sean left the two of us alone, and I shifted uncomfortably on my feet. The upbeat music seemed out of place with Mason’s solemn face. I half expected him to yell at me, to tell me how it was my fault Adrienne had died. Instead of yelling, an exhausted sigh left his lips. He mustered up a half-hearted smile and waved me forward. I sat beside him gingerly, keeping my eyes on the fountain before us.

“Happy Birthday, Lola.” Mason smiled, his voice held a hint of the friendliness he felt before. A shard of guilt pierced my skin as I looked into his eyes and saw the lonliness within them.

“Thanks, Mason.” I breathed with uncertainty.

“I forgive you, y’know.” Mason frowned, running a hand through his tangled hair. The haunted look on his face nearly brought me to tears. “I know it wasn’t your fault. It never would have worked between us, I know that now.”

“I can’t explain how sorry I am, Mason.” I frowned, fighting to keep my voice strong. “I’m sorry for everything.”

“I know you are.” Mason sighed, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I leaned into his touch with a small smile. I hoped everything would be okay, and that Mason might find some semblance of happiness in his life.

water fall from the porcelain woman’s hands. Her eyes were closed, an intimate smile on her face. I couldn’t help but notice the similarities between the stone woman and Adrienne. Both were curvy with angular faces and full lips. The

held such confusion and sadness that my

left Mason’s lips at the look of shock on my face. A sliver of his lopsided smile had returned as his fingers brushed against my reddening cheek. I had never thought of Mason in that way, and felt

“I never-“

was still so afraid. I think I fell for you because of how fearless you

told me to enjoy my birthday. My heart felt heavy and light at the same time, both free and horrifically weighed down. I cleared my mind, determined to enjoy this sliver of heaven while it existed. I danced with Breyona until my limbs ached, and

head of black and silver hair pulled me from the dance floor and I stepped into my Grandma’s arms. Even with a million different scents in the air, I could

the delicate pink of the rose bushes, making her look much younger. The dress flowed over her curves in a sea of pink silk. Even though I wasn’t related to her by blood, my soul recognized her own. The love in her eyes was mirrored in my own, as was the beaming smile. The worry that plagued her eyes was gone for the moment, replaced

her arms. “I wanted to give you some time with your

could never pester me, Grandma.”

scoffed, “Alpha Asher and your Dad seemed to be under the impression I work too hard. They refused to

help?” I snickered, giving Grandma an

me bake the cake.” Grandma scoffed, “Men. Can you believe

your pastries?” I gasped in h****r. The h****r wasn’t

like a devious teenager. “Since when did I let a man tell me what to do? You’ll find a few containers

I questioned, my eyes flickering over to my

of the food. It had been too long

and enough coconut macaroons to last you the

I asked

hide the troubled look in your eyes from me.” Grandma shook her head, “Even your Dad hasn’t mastered that art.

away from prying ears and over to one

look as though the water were glowing. This fountain had three tiers, spewing water

you?” Grandma frowned, the troubled expression on her face matched my own. “Do

way. The feeling isn’t mutual.” I sighed, “Something he said worried me. He said the Vampire King has a backup plan in case I reject the throne. He said I’d sorely regret it. How could my Father have

I could think of is having another daughter. Vampires can only reproduce with their marked mates, and I’m positive your Mom never had another child.” Grandma grimaced, shaking off a bad memory. “This Tristan could have been lying to you, perhaps to force you into taking the throne. Do you believe he

he hadn’t tried to make a move on me.” I shook my head, trying to sort through the hurricane of emotion I was feeling. “He looked genuinely concerned. He even told me he wasn’t on my Fathers side, that he doesn’t want to get rid of all

best if you proceed with caution. Do not take Tristan’s word as truth, but I wouldn’t dismiss him quite yet.” Grandma nodded, looking oddly serene. “If what he says is true, he could prove to be a

comes with a price. He wants me.” I

Grandma shrugged, but gave me a reassuring smile. “I’m much too old for these kinds of things, but I’ll help you in any

feeling as though a weight had been lifted

Tristan and his questionable loyalty had been set aside, I had

from him through the mind-link. The few times I attempted to contact him, I

alluring. Maya was still on the lookout for our mate,

clouds, leaving behind a deep indigo sky. The twinkling lights looked like fireflies

I asked, noticing the dreamy look in

tinging her cheeks was noticeable by the

I chuckled, though the thought of Giovanni hunting a human made me

one for

sure it’s perfect. Thank you so much.” I smiled softly, “Tell Giovanni I said

think you two would get along quite well.” Breyona grinned merrily, and I couldn’t help but

by tomorrow.” I replied, waving as she headed back into the pack

Lola.’ Asher’s rough voice murmured through my

my heart, though my stomach fluttered excitedly at

been?’ I grimaced, ‘You spend all this time

his warm voice coiling around my agitated heart. ‘Look towards the

suggested, noticing a thin string of cobalt

them.’

follow them.’ Asher murmured, his voice thick. ‘Come to

front of the thick oak tree. Using the string of thin lights as a guide, I let them lead me deeper

dark, but I had little trouble navigating through the dense forest. It seemed as though a path

branches in a sea of white and orange. The emerald leaves stood out against the light,

at the edge of a little clearing, stood Asher. Dressed in a black suit, he looked incredibly beautiful but completely out of place. His devastatingly handsome face was serene, but even from the distance, I could see the worry gleaming in his

and white light gave his honey eyes more depth and seemed to draw out the

to build within me, I stepped forward. A thin sweat broke out over my skin, and my

help but notice how my dress matched Asher’s suit perfectly, as though

ten feet away from him, the air around us seemed to

swirled around me, battering

dark and alluring. His scent was a beacon drawing me forward, awakening parts of me that had

mirrored my own as the mate-bond snapped together with an audible