Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 138 – While Breyona finished getting ready, Giovanni pulled me aside. The leatherbound book sat on the table between us. On its cover was a triangle with a circle inside. Inside the circle were different symbols, none of which I knew the names to.

I couldn’t detect a trace of suspicion in his voice, only his usual amount of severity. “Your father deemed this important enough to have it locked in a vault. He wasn’t the kind person who passed up power, so if he kept it from the witches then it might be a good idea if you did the same.”

Before heading to Cordelia’s for the séance, the three of us stopped by the hotel we had dropped Clara off at. Since it was on the way, it gave us the perfect opportunity to ask about the nightclub, which was now nothing more than a pile of rubble.

I wasn’t surprised to find that Brandon had vanished early in the morning, never to return. Mason looked a bit disgruntled, his hair a mess and his face twisted into a scowl. Clara on the other hand was draped over a chaise lounge, an arm behind her head as she smirked and looked at her manicured nails. Her bouncy curls were twisted into a quick updo, but some strands were already falling from the clip.

She looked smug and cat-like, which ended the moment I pulled out Holly’s drawing and told her what it meant. I locked eyes with Mason and nodded towards the door, letting him know he was free to go. Without glancing at Clara, he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room.

“Am I no longer important enough for a guard?” Clara pouted, but it didn’t cover up the fear I heard bleeding into her voice.

Asher’s voice was flat and unimpressed, “we’re assigning you a new guard.”

“You weren’t surprised when I showed you the picture.” I stated the obvious, holding her stare long enough to make her squirm. “If anything you look like you want to throw up.”

“It’s obvious what it means…the witches are covering their tracks. The fact that they don’t want you to find out what they’re doing more than they want to get their hands on you is terrifying…” Her smug exterior dropped, revealing the girl I had met just last night. The confident and sensual dancer turned magical fugitive, afraid of what lurked in the night. “A lot of witches worked at that club, and I’ll bet anything that none of them made it home last night…”

Once a replacement showed up, we were able to leave. We gave Mason a ride back to the house, but the entire drive I couldn’t get his grimace out of my head. He sat in the back seat, his cheek against the window and his warm eyes halfway closed. His light brown hair was sun bleached from how much time he spent training or on patrol and was beginning to grow past his jawline.

“Mason?” I called out and heard him grunt in response.

Breyona snickered, “he’s been hanging around Tristan too much.”

“Funny.” Mason said sarcastically, cracking an eye open just to narrow it at her.

“Are you alright?” I asked Mason, turning to look at the two of them. “You look a little worse for wear.”

“You can thank Asher’s brother for that.” Mason grumbled, “…real stand-up guy.”

I said to Asher, pressing my lips together to keep from

trouble. Claire and Killian didn’t appear to favor

I

a dry laugh. “Well, you will when she checks out. I’d have to sell my tail on the black-market to pay that tab. The little witch isn’t any better…” His voice dropped into a low grumble, “…went to the bar with him, made me play babysitter. Your brother doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut. I had to drag him from the bar before he got us all thrown out, which pissed him off enough

why you look like you’ve been hit by a car.” Breyona added helpfully. At times I didn’t understand the strange relationship between my

traces of exhaustion. “Brandon got me to the ground, and we were going back and forth. Clara was shouting and waving her hands, but I couldn’t make out what

her mouth. “…wait,

stun-gun…for the most part, anyway.” I told her, “I’m sure there’s more she can do

Mason’s voice was dry and a little bit pained. “It’s not like any stun-gun I’ve ever felt, that’s for d**n sure. Felt like I

both out in the middle of the parking

how long it took her, and how she broke a nail. Of course your brother woke up early and ran.” His grimace returned the more we talked about Clara. “All

surprised the town hasn’t rallied against him.” Breyona’s good mood was infectious and

out of the car. He hesitated, lingering by

my lungs thin until I was desperate for a deep breath. “I hope you understand why I can’t be there…to see an actual spirit, to

like a chunk of lead. My face burned as I let out a weak laugh and said, “…come to the bake sale afterwards, I’m sure I can convince grandma to give you the family

lop-sided grin I had memorized inside and out, but it was the brightest I’d seen him look in weeks. “Alright, you

us to the house for the séance

and kitchen, was a long hallway that led to the den. The furniture was shoved

the wooden floor in thick, bold lines was a sigil. A small bowl of white paint sat off to the side, it’s paint brush currently in Cordelia’s

used that held all of her spell books and trinkets was propped

me she approached. Her eyes crinkled around the corners as she looked down at me, “I hear you had an

it.” I chuckled lightly, “…what better

have said it better myself.” Her smile widened. She turned towards Breyona and said, “…would

it!” She chirped, racing away before Cordelia had the chance to say anything more. “Consider me your

go over this yet, but there are seven different types of magic a witch has in her arsenal. Most of the time we’re only successful at one or two of those types, but that doesn’t mean we can’t try.” Rowena glided forwards and her glossy red