Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 126 – “Wonderful.” I sighed a bit more dramatically than I initially meant to, ” The only two people who can help us is a witch who could easily be d**d by now and my mom, who actually is d**d. Is resurrecting people a thing, or is that just in the movies?”

“Just in the movies, dear.” Cordelia replied, not at all disturbed. If anything, my comment gave her an idea. Her eyes lit up with the same mischievous light as grandmas, only Cordelia’s held traces of unearthly magic. “Summoning her spirit, however. That could be doable. I’d need to leave town to get the supplies…but I could have everything ready within a few days.”

‘It already sounds like a bad idea…do you really think this is the way to remove your magical block?’ Asher’s gruff voice filled my head, keeping my thoughts from drifting as I pulled onto the highway, seeing Breyona’s car follow behind.

I tried to keep my voice light, but I was nervous.

‘Afraid of a little ghost?’ I used what weak humor I had to break up the tension in my chest. ‘I honestly have no clue, but getting first hand answers is something I can’t pass up…if she even answers. Cordelia described it as a supernatural phone call. After all this c**p, she better not put me on silent.’

Through the bond that connected Asher and me, I could hear the muffled sound of a ringing cellphone.

Asher cursed, ‘I’ve got to go, that’ll be Zeke and Mason. We’ve assembled a small group to comb through parts of the surrounding mountains. Theres every chance the witches or vampires could be hiding up there.’

‘Keep me updated if you find anything.’ I replied.

‘Sure thing, beautiful.’

Rather than turn around and head straight towards Asher like the mate- bond was telling me to do, I continued to the old house Cordelia and Rowena had been staying in. While Rowena got to know Holly and hopefully found a way through the shell of fear that kept her rooted in place, Breyona and I planned to spend our day helping them move their belongings. There wasn’t time to furnish the new house, and it was faster to move what furniture there was rather than wait.

I was surprised to see a small moving truck as I pulled into the driveway, and even more surprised when I saw a head of golden hair peaking above a stack of boxes. Breyona pulled up alongside the road and hopped out, following me up the porch to where Cassidy stood.

“Oh, hey!” Her baby-blues lit up as she saw Breyona and I. She placed her hands in the back pockets of her frayed shorts and smiled. “I hope you both don’t mind. I got out of lacrosse practice early, so I figured I’d get a head start.”

“I actually didn’t know you’d be here, but we wouldn’t mind the extra set of hands.” I told her truthfully, looking at Breyona who nodded.

of understanding crossed her face,

the porch steps and placed the boxes into the small truck. “He asked if I’d come help you two out,

got to work, hauling out the oak dining room table and pieces of the sectional. A few human men in a crappy pick-up truck passed by the three of us. I could instantly tell

muscles wasn’t entirely unpleasant and made me miss training even more. I made a mental note to start again as

shoving a second dresser out of the front door, Next was the coffee table and entertainment stand, followed by the television that looked all too

no, wait. Let me

thankfully no.” I grimaced, “I’ll give you a hint. He’s five

rolled them in typical mean girl’s fashion.

that tool want?” She lifted

on why his girlfriend was calling him-or

manicured hand on

shoulder, carrying a stack of

“agreed,

his younger brother.” I

tad, “ouch…I’m not apologizing for breaking his nose, though. He could’ve

I asked, smiling as Breyona’s raucous laughter sounded from inside the

I’ll apologize for that.

just as the sun dipped behind the tree line. Cassidy and Breyona agreed they’d take the moving truck to the new house and then drive back to get their cars, since

weren’t any light posts, all I had to guide my way were the headlights of the car. The crisp breeze filtered in through the cracked window, carrying damp soil and pine

name and a blurry photograph I snapped of him at night flashed on the screen. I let it go to voicemail, thinking he was calling to tell me Giovanni had gotten back. When it rang a second time, and I felt a sharp tug in my gut, I knew

in the passenger seat. The harsh light left splotches in my vision, but I managed to hit the little green answer button before the screen

thing–I will ever envy about you werewolves–is your ability to mind-link.” Tristan’s choppy but disappointed sigh filled the car, followed by the crackle

having a good day.” I replied, “If you called to tell me Giovanni’s