Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 186

When Tristan left, the front door clicking shut behind him, I slumped against the kitchen counter and took a deep breath. The bottle of blood I’d been sipping on sat untouched at my side, which didn’t go unnoticed by Breyona or Giovanni.

“You feel like death, and I’m not talking about how exhausted you are.” Breyona commented, her voice laced with worry. “Did something else happen?”

Clutching the bottle in my hand, as though it’ll somehow give me the courage to break the news, I mumbled, “This is going to take some getting used to.”

Breyona was already more intuitive than your average wolf, but now the two of us were magically connected. Even now, I could feel the smoky threads between us, connecting our souls.

Her nod was one of understanding, and as much as I appreciated it, it only made my heart seize in my chest.

“I promise not to pry any more than I usually do, but I get the feeling there’s something you need to tell me, but you really, really don’t want to.”

“You might want to sit down first.” I said, fighting to keep the nerves from my voice.

Breyona’s expression fell, “Now you know I can’t do that. Lola, what is it? You’re scaring me here.” She laughed nervously.

Giovanni closed in behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. She didn’t acknowledge him, but her posture seemed to relax under his touch. He tossed a subtle nod in my direction, telling me to continue, reassuring me that he’d be there to support her.

“Before we were forced to escape, we were eavesdropping on the witches. They showed up at the Vampire Lair Tristan and I went to, which is a long story on its own, but they started talking about my magic and what the Blood Witch wants with me. There’s this ritual they’ve started that will give them complete control over me, and they’re close to finishing it.” I explained nervously, feeling pathetic for dumping all of this on her at once.

was genuine, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it would still be genuine after she heard the rest of

my best-friend and I love you, but this is so bad. With your magic and position, they could

second-in-commands remained stoic, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t as

trying to kill you, hoping it would end the threat. Asher would never allow that

gets worse.” I whispered, watching

Blood Witch wants this done before I realize the ‘full extent of my power,’ whatever that means. They-they mentioned two werewolves

up in my throat, and any explanation I had thought of vanished into thin air. What I managed to

realized I was talking about her parents, because her lower lip began to quiver and tremble. Slowly, she began to shake her head. With each motion growing in speed, I felt my stomach flip and turn. As much as I wanted to sink to my knees and beg for her forgiveness, delivering horrible, damaging news

a million pieces under the weight of her grief because she deserved to have that option, but as her Luna and her best-friend,

it.” She begged, her voice cracking. “Anything else, say anything

my eyes, burning angrily as I forbade them from falling. This wasn’t about me and my emotions,

take it back. What was even worse was that I couldn’t give her the gift of not knowing, of pretending her parents were alive and well, too busy in their adventures to ever return. She deserved more. As much as it hurt,

that constricted my throat and cut off my air supply, I

“They killed them, Breyona.”

over her, settling deep within her bones. It would never leave, never once waver even as her thoughts began to rush by without restraint. Not only could I feel it through the strange connection we now shared,

standing upright only because Giovanni now had his arms wrapped around her waist, his head resting on her shoulder. Minutes passed as she stood there, frozen in disbelief. Each second that passed was like spikes

recognized my own voice when I

swatting at his hands as she began to pace the length of the kitchen, tears

sweater’s mom would always force us in, and-and I’ll never get to hear another one of dad’s lectures about being too rough with his books-always

her fingers through her hair so hard that I knew she’d taken a few strands out in the process. Her eyes speared right through me, carving into every sensitive part of my soul until I felt

her stare from my face. “Can you bring back the dead? Is that the ‘full