Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 177

Chapter 177

“What’s with Vampire’s and abandoned warehouses?” I asked, speaking to no one in particular.

The breaks of the rusty minivan we were crammed into squealed as we pulled into a handicap space close to the front doors. I could make out the symbol painted on the spot, though it had faded over time.

Within the parking lot were a few cars, but most looked like junkers rather than functioning vehicles. There weren’t any windows apart from the ones that lined the front, but they were blacked out by scraps of cardboard boxes and old newspapers.

“This one won’t be half as luxurious as your father’s.” Tristan muttered at my side; his face marred in a permanent scowl.

From the front seat, Dina snorted. She turned around and glared at Tristan.

“With how flimsy your loyalty is, you got no room to be judging anybody, Tristan.” The pale-haired

Vampire at my side lifted an eyebrow, but Dina didn’t falter in her rant. “That’s right, I know you. You don’t know me, though. I was a nobody back then, a body for her father’s military.” She jutted her chin in my direction. “I saw you a couple times, scramblin’ to obey the King and all his whims. It’s ironic you’re doin ’ the same for his daughter now, isn’t it?”

I wanted to come to Tristan’s defense, and I had planned to, but Dina’s words struck a chord in my chest that left me silent.

Tristan had been my father’s right-hand man. He’d been closest to him, even though my father trusted absolutely no one. Part of me wondered if Tristan’s loyalty to me had anything to do with the mark that sat on my neck, or his lingering hopes that I would choose him over Asher.

I didn’t have to wonder for long if Tristan would speak up.

“Thank you, Dina, for dredging up the years I spent serving a monster who deserved not a speck of the loyalty he received. Everything you said was correct. I don’t remember you because I never cared to look your way. As you’ve already stated, I was busy trying to prove my worth to a King who viewed us all as disposable.” He said with a clipped tone.

The pale blues of his eyes glittered menacingly as he leaned forward in his seat. Dina remained rooted in place, but from the harsh set of her jaw and the way her grip tightened on the arm rest, I knew she was preparing herself for if he decided to attack.

“Our new Queen, she doesn’t see us as disposable. I might’ve had to prove my loyalty to her, but never my worth.” 1

as Dina slid her eyes over to my face. The brooding Vampire at my side wasn’t one to speak idly,

in my chest and took off, pounding harder with each set of eyes that found my face. I couldn’t read the emotion in their eyes other than obvious

the minivan slid open, clambering against the side of the vehicle with a loud thud. A shaggy haired man with a toothy grin and a thin scar above his brow appeared, but the expression fell the moment he and I locked

but the venom in his

his arms over his chest. Like a Queen herself, Dina slid from the seat and patted the man on his shoulder. He visibly relaxed under her touch, and as his eyes softened,

and Dina were

him, then jutted her chin in my direction. “Our Royal Highness here decided

instant, Dina’s mate lost his cheesy grin and replaced it with a scowl so fierce I

hell would I—

to say.” Dina said curtly, though the sour tone was was

the oddest

sharp reply, or huff in defeat, Dina’s mate turned his attention to my face, staring at me long and hard. He pursed his lips, and the scar above his eyebrow rippled from the intensity

does she?” He asked, still not

fraction of a second. “No, she don’t know, but

hands together and rubbed

feeling encased my stomach, weighing it down like I’d

the warehouse, and other things, but I had no intention on admitting that

through a set of broken metal detectors, and ventured into

cots laid out in what I assumed was once an employee break room, though the lockers had been torn out. I could still see the imprint of where they’d sat against the wall, and as I looked even harder, I spotted a few broken combination locks

their whispering as we walked into the room. The woman, whose freckles were dark and cinnamon colored, wrinkled her nose at me. At her side was a man young enough to be her son,

I began to hear voices. One was

apart from a few moldy boxes, I scoured our surroundings,

said gruffly, his eyes darting towards the ground.

of make-up. I recognized a few, having owned some myself, though the packaging we walked on looked to be

we took,

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