Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 94 – My stomach was in knots the entire walk down stairs and into the massive dining room. All traces of the usual warehouse appearance had been wiped away. While the outside of the warehouse looked run-down and desolate, the inside was completely remodeled.

A long table sat in the center of the room, a couple of clear vases with blood-red roses sat on top. I kept my eyes forward, letting them glaze over as I ignored my surroundings. The silver cuffs were back on my wrist, cutting me off from my wolf and my pack. I noticed my Father at the head of the table, with Holly sitting off to the side. Her eyes held just a flicker of fear within them as she noticed my presence. I pretended not to see her, pretended not to care.

Tristan pulled back a chair for me, and I sat almost robotically. I could feel my Father’s eyes on me, narrow and assessing. If he had any suspicions, he didn’t voice them. Tristan pulled out a chair across from me, sitting down beside Holly. I kept my eyes straight ahead, focusing on an oil painting that hung on the wall.

“Has she been fighting your control?” My Father asked, turning to look at Tristan.

“She did at first, but I expected as much.” Tristan nodded, playing the part of the dutiful soldier well. Part of me wanted to let out a dark laugh. My Father had clearly been furious at Giovanni’s betrayal, but had no inkling that another traitor sat in his midst. “Since the traitor and his b***h were let go, she’s calmed down quite a bit.”

“Very good.” My Father nodded, his eyes drifting over to me. I resisted the urge to stiffen as I wondered if he planned on testing me. I felt as though I were playing the part well, but I had no idea if my Father could see through my act. “She will soon learn it is all but pointless to stand against me. That in time, I will win. The sooner she cuts those pesky ties to her pack, the better.”

I could feel my anger spike, but regained control before my sporadic heartrate gave me away. While I pretended to be under Tristan’s complete control, my Father knew I could still hear everything around me. Tristan had entered my mind multiple times, each time seeking to gain a foothold, but always failed. I could only wonder what it would have felt like if he truly managed to latch himself onto my mind, embedding himself in my thoughts. How would it feel to lose all control, to be forced to sit and listen to my surroundings, unable to do anything?

“It seems with Lola completely under your control, I have no need for my other daughter.” My Father shrugged, as though this were just a normal occurrence. My Father’s cold eyes were on me the entire time, gauging my reaction as his words settled in my ears. “Dispose of her for me, Tristan. Make it slow.”

“Yes, my Lord.” Tristan murmured, and in a flash, he was out of his chair.

as his hands gripped her slender neck. I could see her pleading with me, her eyes wide and full of terror. Pain echoed within me as I fought the urge to leap from my

daughter, I repeated like a mantra. I knew my Father held no qualms with k*****g the two of us. He would do so

all the strength I had inside of me, I kept my head straight, my eyes blank. My hands were relaxed as they sat on my lap, my breaths slow and even. Holly visibly trembled from the corner of my eye, shaking as Tristan’s hands gripped her

sound was quickly

Father nodded, never once taking his eyes off my

each garbled gasp for oxygen that would never come. Just as I

enough.” My Father nodded, never once glancing at his other daughter, the one who desperately gasped for

did good.’ Tristan’s voice drifted through

ignore the hurt look Holly gave me, nor could I ignore how I almost watched my half-sister d*e. Our Father held no remorse, no sympathy for his wheezing daughter. As though this were a normal occurrence, Holly sat

bliss through my veins. A thick steak sat in the center of my plate, along with some steamed broccoli and mashed potatoes. The scent of the food wasn’t nearly as appealing as the blood. Neither my Father nor Tristan had a plate in front of them, only a tall glass of blood. Just as my Father lifted the glass to his lips, Holly began cutting into her steak. I followed suit, lifting my own glass as robotically as I could.

moments, making sure no one had

I laughed dryly, “How you can pretend to be so loyal is beyond

parts well tonight.” Tristan replied, his tone hard and cold. “That girl deserves better. She’s been through far more than you. If you don’t remember, your Father took her from her home months ago. She’s endured him much longer than you have. I’m

I wouldn’t have the information I

have no intention on sticking around after Asher gets me and Holly

murmured thoughtfully, “I have