Alpha Asher and Lola novel Chapter 189

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 189

I softened my voice, knowing he’d hate it, but it was all I could think to do.

“You scared me for a minute there. When you came into the bedroom, you weren’t yourself. It was like your wolf had taken over, but there was something wrong with him. I know he’d never, ever hurt me, but this was different. You were both different.” I explained, glancing at the two-way mirror where I knew Zeke was currently watching.

Asher went still, his muscles growing taut where he sat against the wall. He closed his eyes and turned his face away from me.

“I forced myself onto you, didn’t I?” His voice dipped low, laced with rage and disgust.

“No, not exactly.” I shook my head, placing my hand on his arm.

With his lip curling, he pulled away from my touch. I tried not to let it get to me, but rejection stung in my heart like a shard of glass. Anger had me reaction, along with frustration for everything we’d been through. There was no way in hell I’d let him beat himself up over this. This, of all the things we’d endured together, would not be what caused us to drift apart.

Snarling softly, I pushed off the cot and slid onto his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist. The feel of his solid form, a wall of muscle against my soft skin, lit my insides and filled me with a comforting warmth. It took concentration not to let my mind stray to the fact that he was naked, or that he’d been the only one not to finish earlier.

“Look at me, Asher.” I demanded, placing my hand against his cheek, feeling the rough stubble beneath my fingertips. “There’s so much more to this than you know.”

He turned and looked at me, his eyes guarded and closed off in the way that I hated so much.

“Is there? I felt your fear, and I liked it. Zeke and Brandon had to pull me off of you, didn’t they?”

“The only time I was afraid was when I realized you were going to hurt me.” I retorted, my voice sharpening at the disgust that tinged his words. “You wanted death and blood, but somehow that changed, and you started wanting…something else. I only fought because when I looked down our bond, your wolf had completely taken over. Whatever caused it to take over also made it feral. When you started…doing things to me, I quickly stopped fighting.”

I had to force the last bit through gritted teeth, glaring at Asher as my face turned beet-red. He’d better not force me to elaborate any further, because if he needed me to spell it out for him, I’d definitely die of embarrassment. Just then, Zeke’s voice chimed in on the speakers, deepening my blush until I contemplated never leaving this cell.

“Trust me, man. You uh, you weren’t hurting her…” He said, chuckling lightly. “Brandon and I did have to pull you off to get you into the cell, which we only did because you’d gone feral and spent the last six hours as a wolf sprinting through the woods on a one-man mission to get back here. I think what’s more pressing is why this happened and what made you come all the way back here.”

Some of the ire faded from Asher’s eyes, but there was still a note of disbelief that lingered. I sighed quietly and opened my mind to him, replaying the events in my head from the moment he’d placed his hand over my mouth, up until his brother and best-friend barged into the bedroom.

Asher watched the memory to its conclusion, hearing every one of my thoughts and feeling the rush of sensations that overtook me. Trapped beneath me, I felt his cock stir and watched as his eyes darkened, swirling with flecks of glittering gold.

‘You little liar…’ His raspy voice trailed across the bond, flowing through the mind-link. ‘I did force myself on you, what you didn’t mention is how much you enjoyed it.’

I startled a bit at the sound of his voice, clearing my throat even though I had no intention on responding out loud.

‘Look, I’m still working through that fact myself. Maybe we can revisit that part at a later time. ‘ I replied, flushing as I looked away.

Asher’s eyes, still swirling with gold, pinned me in place. His hands found my hips, squeezing gently before letting go.

‘Believe me, we will. Once we’ve figured out what happened to make my wolf go feral, we’ll have a long conversation about this.’

Just then, the cell door slid open, and Zeke’s head appeared around the thick metal. His eyebrow was already raised, and his lips twitched as he took in Asher and me.

“As much as I hate to interrupt this moment you two are having, I don’t need any more reminders my sex life is severely lacking. Seeing as I no longer have to worry about my closest friend killing me, I think it’s safe to let you out.” He smirked, and the expression only deepened as he took in my heated face.

Asher’s face twisted into a grimace. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I could go feral again and actually hurt somebody.”

“I don’t know, man. I think you’ll be alright. Nothing like this has happened before, which means if magic is involved, then it’s because of something recent. Once we figure out what triggered it, we can find the cause.” Zeke shrugged, “Until then, this pack needs it’s Alpha.”

For a moment, Asher was silent. Seconds passed and just when I thought he’d refuse a second time, he answered the one question we’d all been thinking.

“I think Lola is what triggered it.” He stated, not a hint of doubt in his voice. “I heard her scream for help, and something just snapped.”

Zeke tilted his head, “You screamed for help?”

“It’s a long story, but yeah.” I nodded, “Breyona actually came to the rescue.”

“How? Isn’t she hours away with Giovanni?” Zeke questioned.

Asher hit me with a pointed look, one that said we’d talk about my impromptu mission to the Vampire Lair later on. With little more than a huff, I pushed myself off Asher’s lap and held out my hand. He was a bit reluctant to take it and leave the cell, but I knew that Zeke was right about this pack needing Asher. Together, the three of us sat at the metal observation table, the ancient book on my family line wedged between us all.

Without wasting any more time, I launched into what happened when Tristan and I left the pack in search of the Vampire’s Bridgette had told us about. Leaving no stone unturned, I recounted everything, from the warning’s the witches had uttered, to the way Breyona seemed to explode from the shadows.