Alpha Asher and Lola novel Chapter 60

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 60 – I had woken in bed alone, the spot where Alpha Asher had been was still warm. His scent swirled around me, settling my frantic heart.

A note sat on his pillow, one different to the many I had received. While my heart still thundered at the sight of the note, it was for a different reason.

I peeled open the paper and looked down at Alpha Asher’s handwriting.

I had to leave early, but figured you’d need the rest. Don’t be late for training today, Lola.

Asher

My heart continued its frantic pace as my eyes traced over Alpha Asher’s name. Part of me wondered if I could get away with calling him ‘Asher’ now. While I fully planned on testing that theory out, I had other things on my mind.

The chill that surrounded me followed as I walked into the bathroom. My eyes had light circles around them, proving I had little sleep.

As much as I wanted to write last night off as a hyper-realistic dream, I knew the truth. My Father had used the shadows to bring me to him. Part of me wondered why he had only brought my soul, not my body.

‘As you have learned, they demand a price for their work. The steeper your request, the higher the price.’

His voice twisted and spun in my head, igniting my sense of unease. Perhaps he couldn’t pay the price. What would they have asked for? Their just shadows.

‘Shadows that feed on blood.’ Maya murmured sleepily, bristling against the chill that followed me.

Maya hadn’t been there with me last night. It was though the shadows had left her behind. At least one of us managed to get some sleep.

‘Do you have any idea what happened last night?’ I laughed humorlessly.

‘Your thoughts are all over the place, but I can make some sense of them.’ Maya grunted, obviously unhappy with what had happened. ‘There has to be a way to keep him from doing that again. I don’t like being separated from you.’

‘I don’t like it either.’ I shook my head, my eyes locked on my own reflection.

The scarlet mark stood out brightly on my porcelain skin. It was no longer irritated and looked to be fully healed. The part of me longing for Tristan twitched as I pictured him in my mind.

I felt like I was being pulled in a thousand different directions. I was being pulled towards Alpha Asher, Tristan, Maya, and my Father. I felt as though there were little of me left, not enough to keep for myself.

The scarlet mark on my skin tingled invitingly, a sensation I was determined to ignore. I ran out of the bathroom and grabbed my cellphone, pulling up the calendar and counting the days in haste.

“One week—one week and this stupid mark will be gone.” I repeated the phrase over and over, until the tingle of the scarlet mark faded from mind.

‘And what if it doesn’t?’ Maya frowned, ‘What if Tristan is our mate?’

‘He can’t be.’ I shook my head, ‘Our mate isn’t a Vampire.’

‘I hate it just as much as you but look at the facts.’ Maya grimaced, wincing against her own voice. ‘Tristan called your Father ‘my Lord’, which could only mean one thing.’

‘I know what it means.’ I snapped, harsher than I meant. I toned my voice down, feeling guilty for taking my frustration out on Maya. “I know what it means—I just don’t want to think about it quite yet.’

‘Whether you want to think about it or not, the truth is right in front of you.’ Maya frowned, “The sooner we accept the possibilities, the easier it’ll be.’

‘I don’t think it’ll be easier at all.’ I frowned as Maya went silent in my mind.

I brushed my teeth and threw on some workout clothes, then headed down to the kitchens. I grabbed myself something light to eat, my stomach much to sensitive for anything heavier.

Walking to the training building had taken a total of three minutes. People were already entering the building, a few lingering outsides in small clu*ters.

“Hey, Lola!” An annoyingly familiar voice called out.

Ethan strolled up to me, his hair meticulously styled on his head. Why he felt the need to style his hair before training was beyond me. Ethan’s cocky aura followed him as did his overwhelming cologne.

“Ethan.” I nodded; my lips pressed in a thin line. It seems every time Ethan felt the need to speak with me, it always ended in anger. Ethan needed practice in thinking before he spoke more than I did.

‘There’s something we can agree on.’ Maya grunted in approval, ‘On the bright side, we might get to throat punch him again.’

‘That is a definite bright side.’ I nodded appreciatively.

“I shouldn’t be saying this, because you did punch me in the throat.” Ethan smirked, flashing what he thought was a dazzling smile. “But you fought good yesterday.”

“Thanks.” I nodded, my gaze flickering down to his healed throat. I hadn’t hit him hard enough to cause lasting damage, hard enough to cause a good bit of pain.

“Maybe you could train me—in private?” Ethan’s cocky smile appeared on his face. My fist clenched automatically, fueled by Maya’s incessant desire to bring Ethan pain. Ethan’s eyes flickered down to my fist, caution crossing his gaze.

“I wouldn’t count on that.” A smirk formed on my own face, “Bye now, Ethan.”

After my useless encounter with Ethan, I headed inside the training building. Breyona and Mason were already there, nearly jumping with excitement as they saw me enter the room.

“Alpha Bran’s gonna be here for training.” Breyona smirked, her pixie-like features contorting mischievously. “From what I heard, he’s not too happy you won.”

“His ego’s bruised.” Mason snickered, “That’s what he gets for underestimating Lola.”