Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 103

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 103 – I had promised myself I’d go through those files as soon as we made it back to the house, but the moment I curled up into the warmth of Asher’s teenage bed, my looming exhaustion swallowed me whole.

“What happened to those important files?” He asked, his voice gravely.

“This is the seventh three a.m. call in a month. ” I grumbled when Asher began to move me, his muscular arms forming a cage around my torso. His eyes dripped honey and were hooded as he watched me, “As Luna and Vampire Queen, I declare that just this once, we’re going back to sleep.”

His reply fell on deaf ears, because my eyes had already closed, and my mind plunged into darkness.

The last few weeks, my sleeping moments were plagued with strange dreams. Much different than Holly’s nightmares, which tore her from sleep with screams of mania, these dreams were bursts of color and sound. Jumbled images that burned into one another, leaving me breathless and confused as I woke up each morning.

I wasn’t sure what it meant, but deep in the recesses of my mind—buried in the hollows of my heart and the grooves of my ribcage, it felt like something was waking up.

When I awoke that morning, finding Asher still peacefully asleep, I made my way downstairs. The stairs were silent beneath my feet, unlike the constant creak in my childhood home.

‘Someone’s making breakfast?’ Maya inquired, her ears perking as our mouth salivated. I could hear the snap and crackle of bacon hitting the frying pan as I padded down the stairs.

‘Ugh, what if it’s Brandon?’ I grunted, coming to a halt.

‘We can use the pan to knock him out, then take his food.’ Maya shrugged, not at all deterred by our mate’s younger brother. ‘Really, it’s a win-win in my eyes. And you know I’m rarely ever wrong.’

As I rounded the corner with my eyes narrowed and shoulders tense, I was surprised to see Zeke leaning against the counter. All anger-filled thoughts about assault by frying pan left my head, and my posture relaxed just a tad.

Zeke’s chestnut hair was a mess on his head, proof that he had just woken up. He was staying just a few houses down from us, which meant Asher’s kitchen was the last place he should have been.

What I noticed first was the powder blue apron wrapped around his neck. The waist ties hung useless at his side, much too short for his muscular form. On the front pocket, embroidered in gold cursive letters, was the name ‘Claire.’

A platter of steaming eggs sat on the island counter, flecked with salt and pepper as they teased my rumbling stomach. Next to it was an even larger platter, stacked with various pancakes. I noticed a few that seemed to have chocolate chips or blueberries inside, while another smelled strongly of banana.

“Morning.” Zeke called out over his shoulder, cursing when the bacon grease crackled and popped. His lopsided grin made me snort, “ Breakfast will be ready in ten.”

and jams lined the counters, but my rumbling stomach pointed out an obvious lack

row of colorful boxes on the top shelf. The counter jabbed into my ribcage, but my fingers were still

me a couple boxes

I stood, my arms stretched upwards, to the cereal just out of my reach. Unlike when Brandon trailed

brother that I had never asked for, eerily similar

sure

grin was sweet in the same devious way Asher’s was

my rough shove to his stomach had him going even harder. I smirked at the few steps back he took, pleased that I had

The marble dug into my knees, but I was able to see the row of cereal boxes. Grabbing the first fruity, sugar- packed cereal I could get my hands on, I began to inch off the

you even doing

dare. I knew that for a fact, which is why when

me wish I had kicked even harder. He stumbled backwards, the kitchen island

it stoked the anger in my chest. He held some of those heartbreaking

the touch of his brother, I wanted none of it. As far as I was concerned, he could take his oily smirk and frat boy personality and shove it

at least had the decency to lower my voice. There was no need for Claire or Killian to hear and come storming down. Or worse, Asher. As much as I was ready

him a look that portrayed how much I believed his eternal struggle, which wasn’t much. His next

but friendly. “It’s easy to pretend your normal when my brother’s hand isn’t around your

those final words, Brandon grabbed a chocolate chip pancake and strolled

for you.” Zeke snorted but gave me a reassuring grin. “They’ve been at each other’s throats since they were kids. Feel free to kick Brandon’s a*s whenever you see fit, but just know he’s only doing it to p**s Asher off. Doesn’t make

for why I’m here…” He continued, holding up an empty carton of two dozen eggs. Shaggy hair fell onto

woke up half an hour later, his dark eyebrows inching closer together as Zeke recounted how I kicked Brandon across the kitchen. I had to give it to Zeke, he made me sound much more badass

plates as he began placing some food onto his own. His voice was lighthearted and jovial as he bounced between sausage and biscuits, buttered toast, and roasted potatoes. “He’s still good at stirring up s**t and running. Nice to see that when the world is changing, some things remain

doing here, Zeke?” Asher asked after a few long moments of

Shrugging as I took it from him, I gave my rugged mate a

eyes burned into my own, the golden hues

any

Zeke received a mind-link from Sean and

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