Alpha Asher and Lola novel Chapter 235

Chapter 235

“No. No, I don’t believe you.” Ember said after several seconds of silence.

She turned around, her face turned towards the door as though she might storm through it and leave Brandon and I to our own defenses. She didn’t, though. Her hesitation wasn’t just written across her face but was also in her posture. In the way she stood with her arms folded over her chest, her foot tapping incessantly against the concrete floor.

I needed to say something, because if Ember left, I had a feeling I wouldn’t be here when she finally returned.

“Why would I lie?” I asked her, truly wanting to understand.

She scoffed, shaking her head at the door.

I was met with a scathing eye roll when she spun on her heel. “Are you really asking me that? What a stupid question.

You’re lying because you want me to turn against Freya.”

“As if that would work.” Brandon muttered.

I sent him a warning glare which he attempted to shrug at, but it was hard to do so when you were bound to the wall by the fiery touch of silver.

“If that was even a possibility, wouldn’t I have started with that the second you came into the room?” I countered, pulling Ember’s attention away from her idiotic mate and back onto me.

“It doesn’t matter. Tessa’s probably rotting away in one of your cells, being tortured for information.” She snapped, her eyes flaring with magic.

There was a hint of vulnerability in her voice, a crack in her armor that I could use to my advantage. Clearly, she and Tessa were all one another had. Ember was stubborn, that much I could tell up front. She’d never believe me outright.

“You’re wrong, but if it helps fuel your hatred for us, you can go ahead and keep thinking that.” I replied indifferently.

The air in this dingy basement began to heat, radiating from Ember like she was our personal fireplace. Instead of the crisp scent of a bonfire, the air smelt of charred apples and burnt cinnamon.

“You’re insane, then. She’ll slit your mate’s throat in his sleep.” She replied.

If she was trying to goad me, it wouldn’t work. I was running on limited energy as is and I wasn’t nearly foolish enough to waste it screaming at her.

This was my one and only shot, and I needed to take it.

I chuckled humorlessly. “Yeah, I doubt that. She’s got her hands full already with Zeke. Unlike you, she hasn’t explicitly stated what she wants, but I have a feeling she’d like to keep her mate too. I’m not saying she hasn’t seen the inside. of a cell. She has, but that’s not where she is currently. Oh, and we didn’t torture her. Actually, I gave her a choice.”

Ember narrowed her eyes into two small. slits. “A choice? What kind of choice?”

“I told her to pick a side: mine or Freya’s.”

“What did she say?” She pressed.

“She said she’s on the side of life.” I replied, regurgitating Tessa’s exact words.

Ember nodded once, tilting that slender chin of hers towards the floor. A look of understanding crossed her elfish face.”

That’s Freya’s side. She’s going to give our kind a home, a place where we can live in peace.”

“What Freya’s fighting for isn’t peace, it’s domination-total control. What makes you think she’ll stop once the Vampire’s and Werewolves fall into line?

She’ll go for the humans next. It’s only a matter of time. Tessa knows that, and something tells me you do too.”

“How exactly is that a bad thing?

Humans have been running things for centuries.” Ember shot back; venom laced in her voice.

Passion and fury fueled the fire in her eyes, but there was another layer hidden beneath the surface. The ground that fire burned on wasn’t stable. It was cracked- eroding under her feet.

I never got the chance to reply because Brandon beat me to it.

“A witches magic comes from nature, right?” He asked, his eyes on Ember.

“Yes.” She replied stiffly. “More or less.”

“Then witches would know better than any of us that there’s a balance that needs to be kept. Can you honestly tell me that what this Blood Witch is doing doesn’t fuck with that balance?” Brandon said, effectively stunning me into silence.

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one. Ember glowered at her mate but said nothing. That was definitely going to take some getting used to if we survived this. I couldn’t help but wonder what Asher would think if he could see his brother now. Honestly, it was a bit scary how well he and Ember fit one another.

They both had stubborn and hotheaded. down to an art form.

Brandon’s voice took on a tone I’d never heard come from his mouth before. It was soft and warm in all the right places, both soothing and heavy with a dire plea. “You know as well as I do that she’s destroying that balance, Ember. She won’t stop until there’s nothing left. You think the witches won’t suffer from that, but they will. I promise you, they will.”

With each word the tension in Ember’s body seemed to ratchet higher, reaching it’s peak when she whirled on him. Her cheeks were flaming nearly as bright as her eyes as she snarled.

“As opposed to what, Brandon. You’re telling me to give up my life’s mission for –for her?! What’s so great about her plan?” She spun around and let out a

cynical laugh that slapped me right upside the face. “You can’t tell me you think Vampire’s, Witches, and

Werewolves are going to be sitting around a campfire singing Kumbaya instead of killing one another. Please tell me you’re not that delusional.”

“You think it’s impossible for our kind to get along and I’m telling you, you are wrong. Your twin is mated to an Alpha, Ember. Do you think that’s a coincidence?