Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 249

Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 249

Reunion

Lola’s P.O.V.

10 Years Later…

“Ramona, so help me! If you don’t stop stealing your cousin’s toys I’m going to sick Aunty Ember on you, and you know she won’t hold back.” I shouted from the kitchen, craning my head to look over my shoulder where I locked eyes with my dashing mate.

Asher was leaned against the wall, his arms downright bite-able in the fitted t-shirt he wore. He brought the beer in his hand to his mouth, lips twisted in a knowing smirk that had me contemplating a fourth child.

If this man doesn’t calm down, we’re going to have to hire a second nanny.

He returned his attention to Zeke and Brandon as though our little heated exchange hadn’t occurred. On cue, Ramona let out a shrill scream that quickly morphed into pulses of erratic laughter. A familiar pang of longing hit my chest as it did every time I heard my daughter’s laugh.

She sounds just like Mom.

Ember’s monstrous roar emerged from the living room, followed by a cacophony of giggles from the other children. There were so many you’d think we were building our own army. A soft tug to my apron drew my attention downward, to Maven’s sweet smile and head of dark hair.

“Mom, you’re going to burn Granny’s custard. Here, let me do it.”

I stepped aside and watched as Maven took control, stirring the bubbling mixture and scraping the spoon around the edges of the pot. He cranked the heat down just a hair and tossed in a dash of salt.

The grief in his voice made my throat constrict as a knot began to build. No matter how hard it was, I swallowed the tears that threatened to fall and pasted a loving smile on my face.

It had been one month now since Grandma had been called back home by the Moon Goddess. Much like with everything else in life, she had known it was coming. I think in a way we all did. She’d been surrounded by her family and friends when the time finally came and her spirit slipped away, guided by her oldest friend, her wolf. There hadn’t been a dry eye in sight, but the hardest part was explaining things to Ramona and Maven.

The two of them had adored their great-grandmother, but it was Maven that formed a special. connection with her. Mere hours after her passing, we found a book of all her recipes atop hist bed. Baking was something they often did together, and as the years passed and Maven’s skill grew, I knew it was because of her.

There was something else Grandma had taught Maven-something we only recently noticed.

Maven was using magic.

For all intents and purposes, it shouldn’t have been possible. In the entire history of Witchcraft there had never been a male witch, but I knew what I had seen and so did Asher.

After careful planning and lengthy meetings with Tessa, Ember, and the others, we decided that the best course of action was to send Maven to the Magisterium. More than anything, though, I wished I could’ve asked Grandma about Maven and his budding magic.

For some reason I wasn’t sure I’d ever understand, fate saw it fit to grant my wish.

The night Grandma slipped away, after I’d cried my heart and soul into Asher’s chest, I found myself in the grove where ten years ago I said a final goodbye to my brother. Grandma was there, standing in a way that made me wonder if she’d been waiting for me.

She had changed, but in the best of ways. Time no longer weighed her town, tugging on her shoulders and warping her posture. Her face was free of lines, but still held all of the wisdom. she’d bestowed on everyone she came in contact with.

“He is special, Lola. Ramona too. Protect them, my dear, and the wonderful life you have built. Watch them usher in a new era, and never forget how much I love you. Until we meet again, sweetheart.”

After watching her walk into the mystical grove Sean had vanished into all those years ago, I awoke in bed surrounded by Asher’s arms, cradled in his embrace. Tears streaked my face and as I looked up, I found myself staring into his open eyes.

“She’s gone, isn’t she?”

It wasn’t just grief that weighed on my heart, but happiness. Joy. Grandma wasn’t gone.

had just

my son, my body thrumming with the pure love I had for my family

cocked his head the way I’d seen Asher do thousands

if his demeanor was more like Asher’s. A small squeal came from the living room, standing out amongst the other maelstrom of noises. “Think you

which was made even more adorable by the

slip into the living room where chaos awaited, I was pulled into Asher’s arms. The sparks hadn’t lost their intensity, even

at me knowingly before planting his chin on top of

suiting you,

There were some dark circles beneath his eyes, but it wasn’t due to his drinking habits. No, Brandon had given up alcohol a long time ago. These circles

whenever he spoke of

sleep, man.

arms.

of his feet. Brandon cast him a look which he

even though neither of us said anything, there was an odd sort of

“The times are changing. It makes sense that Werewolves, Witches, and Vampire’s might change

mind, I slipped out of the kitchen

at all costs. Next were the toy trucks and action figures, most of which were missing limbs, courtesy of Ramona, or covered in thin vines,

I painted.” The voice of my half-sister, who had just celebrated her ninth birthday, rang out

a tangled mess around her shoulders as she parted the sea of toys and vicious

me the chance to glance down before shouting, “Do you like it? It’s

hair, though the taller figures was dark

giggle. “I can either put this on my fridge or if you want, you can hold

it slowly. “I think I’ll keep it, but I’ll make sure it stays

continue painting, I scanned the obnoxiously crowded living room. for the newest addition to the family. Luckily, our house had plenty of space to

dad and Flora. Dad

baby blues found my face and his chubby cheeks puffed out as a grin took over his face.

my mommy.” He

now that we knew male

voice hiding

pegged him with a smirk. “I haven’t been a kid

kid to me, kid.” His chest trembled as he chuckled. The humor that twinkled in his eyes was fleeting, though. As it faded, so did the laugh lines around his mouth and eyes. “Really, though. How are you

eyes and his

be expected. They understand

words, feeling young and

hand, covering it with his own. “You’re doing an incredible job, Lola. Not just as a mom, but as a Luna and a Queen.

going to make me cry if you keep sweet talking me, and

She’d been playing dolls with Tessa and Zeke’s daughter when the three-year-old Witch made flowers sprout along the carpet. One of them. worked their way into Iris’s curly hair, it’s petals unfurling as it

you a flower, Iris.” Clara said brightly, looking over her shoulder

watching from the end of the couch,

“Sure!” Iris replied.

which resembled a lily now that I stood closer to them, vanished

little boy’s display of magic, Holly and Tristan’s daughter skipped into the

called out.

that’s my favorite? Who told you?” I exclaimed, sharing a smirk with Holly. Tristan hovered at her side, his expression soft as he watched

the room like a noxious cloud. That was the grief speaking,

room. The oven

ready!” He announced

truck he kicked unleashed a howl, it’s headlights flashing. As Maven’s balance

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