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

my face. The brooding Vampire at my side wasn’t one to speak idly, especially when it came to paying someone a compliment. I knew without asking that every word he said, he truly

my face. I couldn’t read the emotion in their eyes other than obvious suspicion, not that

clambering against the side of the vehicle with a loud thud. A shaggy haired man with a toothy grin and a thin scar

but the venom in his voice felt flimsy. “You we’re ‘supposed to come back

patted the man on his shoulder. He visibly relaxed under her touch, and as his eyes

Dina

direction. “Our Royal Highness here decided to pay us a visit. She needs to

and replaced it with a scowl so fierce

the hell

what she’s got to say.” Dina said curtly,

the oddest

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

He asked, still not taking his eyes off

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

together and rubbed them eagerly. “ Wonderful, I love surprises.

stomach, weighing it down like I’d swallowed a ton of

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

passed through a set of broken metal detectors,

still see the imprint of where they’d sat against the wall, and as I looked even harder, I spotted a few

close together, stopped 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, whose hazel-eyed gaze remained curious as

that I began to hear voices. One was deep and

them empty apart from a few moldy boxes, I scoured our surroundings, trying to glean

make-up warehouse.” Tristan said gruffly, his

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

with each step we took, I

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