Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 199

When I came back inside the living room, nothing had changed. Zeke was still dancing with Breyona while Giovanni watched with a mixture of irritation and adoration on his face. Tristan continued to glance at Holly, who was curled up on the couch watching the two dance with blush-stained cheeks. Clara and Mason looked like they wanted to join in, while Cassidy laughed at Kendrick’s terrible moves.

Only Asher noticed me come back in, his dark stare soft as it turned to my face. There must’ve been something—some fragment of truth in my expression because his eyebrows slid into a grimace and his jaw tightened.

“What is it?” He asked, coming to my side.

I held the papers in my grasp, still trying to process what the h**l I’d just read. The envelope with Breyona’s name on the front sat at the very top, another hole in my heart because I knew this letter would dampen her mood. It was from her parents, a last farewell to their only daughter before they were m******d.

The single envelope felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

Every head in the room turned to Asher and I, hearing the question he’d asked me and seeing the truth on my face. Tristan was at my side in an instant, followed by Breyona. Giovanni hovered at her back protectively, as though he could shield her from whatever had gone wrong.

“The neighbor just brought this over. Apparently, it was delivered to the wrong house.” I said, my voice low and eyes darting up to meet Breyona’s. “It’s from your parents.”

My best-friend s****d in a sharp breath, her large brown eyes instantly watering. They scanned the papers in my hands, latching onto the envelope that stood out against the tanned pages that had been torn from the book on my family’s history.

“Is that…is that for me?” Her voice trembled as she asked.

I swallowed the knot in my throat. “They left it for you…incase they didn’t make it.”

Her lower lip began to tremble, and she brought her hand up to hide it just as Giovanni pulled her into his arms. I looked up at the Vampire that towered over her, that protected her with the same fervor he protected me with.

“Take her to my bedroom or one of the spares. I’m sure she doesn’t want an audience.” I murmured, handing him the envelope with pain clutching my heart.

Zeke, who had been hovering on the outskirts, cocked his head. “Those papers are from the book, aren’t they? What do they say?”

It’s not that I didn’t trust everyone else in the room, but my insides were so shaken that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to utter

out, snaring all of our attention. He had his arm around Clara’s shoulder,

if we grab some of those leftovers you got stashed away? I’m starved.” He said, rubbing his toned stomach. There was a knowing look on his face, but it was laced with sympathy that told

laughter. She batted her eyelashes at Mason, making him smile. “You’re always hungry, but I could use a

the tension in the room. “I second that. Plus there’s never a bad time

in.” I said, forcing

and Clara headed into the kitchen with Cassidy and Kendrick following closely behind. The blonde in charge of hosting tonight’s sleepover had a concerned look on her

Tristan’s shoulder, tapping

another blood bag.” She whispered, her eyes flickering over the rest of

nodded, something in the depths of his icy gaze thawing as he looked down at

front of the coffee table

elegant, and lilting as someone with an expert hand painted them across the page. The frayed edges only proved further that they were the missing pages, but it

attached to the front, their eyes skimming over the last words of

We need to prepare for

at the skin that come

the Goddess that they don’t.” I whispered, staring down

the f**k?” Zeke mumbled, his eyes sliding back and forth as they traversed each page with rapt interest. He slid a hand down his face, which had paled

who had been silent this entire time, pinched the bridge of his nose

“Can someone explain?”

him for being too impatient and

a light I’d never seen before in his eyes. They’d always been full of warmth and friendliness, and while they weren’t exactly distrusting, there was a wariness there that I

want to, or

croaked, not trusting

and H**l, only think of them as dark and light. There’s no way to travel to these planes, but they’re the sources of magic that all witches pull from. Even the evil ones pull from light without knowing it since the dark plane is so hard to access. There are some in history that have accessed

grimace held a hint of confusion. “How is

hasn’t even gotten to the good part yet.” I