Alpha Asher and Lola novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225

“She made you kill my brother, Asher. How can you not want this?” I whispered; my hands flush against his broad chest.

My voice was back to normal, but the sickly veins of darkness crawling up my fingers remained. They’d gotten further this time around, creeping past my knuckles and onto the tops of my hands.

The Shadows were silent, bloated on Rowena’s blood.

There were no whispers of fixing this because this time, the damage was irreversible.

Sprawled out in the dirt, covered in her own blood, Rowena muttered, “I didn’t make him do anything.”

Asher’s neck cracked as he craned his head to look down at her, a ripple of pure malice wracking his body and vibrating down the mate- bond. It wasn’t just me whose sanity was hanging by a frayed thread, but Asher too.

“Believe me, I want her dead and I want her to suffer first, but not at the cost of my mate. Look at your hands, Lola. Look at yourself.” Asher said in a low voice, one laced with caution.

I kept my eyes locked on his face, even as I shook my head defiantly. There was no turning back this time. I knew that, and everyone else needed to as well.

“No, none of that matters. I don’t matter.

This is the least I can do, Asher. For you, for Sean, for every person in this pack that I failed. What kind of Luna am I if I don’t do this?” I said through clenched teeth, begging him to understand whilst fighting back tears.

The pain was too much, squeezing my heart and robbing my lungs of oxygen. The song the darkness in my veins sang grew louder. It was a melody of temptation and promise, one that spoke to the blackest parts of my soul until my fingers twitched with the urge to finish what I’d started.

Asher’s stare was locked on my face, his skin pale as he scoured my eyes feverishly. The fear in his expression made me wonder if he’d seen something flash in my eyes, or if he’d felt the darkness currently poisoning my soul.

His large, calloused hands found my face.

They cradled my cheeks like I was the most precious, fragile thing he’d ever seen.

“Do not ever say that.” Asher urged, his voice dangerously calm. “None of this is your fault.”

It was easy for him to say that, to absolve me of my role in this mess while also condemning himself. Well, I refused to have it. He needed to know how I felt, that

I was torn in two by Sean’s death, but not because it had been his body that did the horrible act.

“It’s not your fault either, Asher.” I blinked up at him, seeing the refusal in his eyes as clearly as the bond between us.

He never bothered responding, and instead turned to Tristan. He gave the blonde Vampire, whose gaze had not once left my face, a long look before nodding down at Rowena. Her scarlet hair was matted with blood, sprawled out in the dirt where she laid.

“Take her to one of the cells.” Asher commanded, though not harshly.

Tristan slid his eyes from me to Rowena, a dark smile toying at the corners of his lips. “Don’t mind if I do.”

With the gentleness of a feral, rabid animal, he yanked Rowena off of the ground and slung her over his shoulder.

She cried out when his shoulder slammed into her stomach, her face contorting in pain. I didn’t bother hiding how much I enjoyed the sound. 1

Asher’s attention flickered to Zeke, then to the witch practically clinging to his side.

“Does this one need to be put in a cell too?” Asher asked, and much to my surprise the question was not directed at Zeke, but at me.

Tessa’s eyes flashed with fear, and rightfully so. Anyone with half a brain could see the shadows on Asher’s face, darkening around his eyes and in the hollows of his cheeks. He was on edge.

Hell, we all were.

“No, she doesn’t need a cell.” I replied, staring Tessa down. “I don’t think I’m going to be trusting anyone for a long time, but she could’ve joined Rowena or helped her attack me. She did neither, and helped heal Zeke. So, as far as I’m concerned, she’s alright for the time being.”