Chapter 127
Alpha Asher
Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 127 â My hands trembled as I reached up and felt wildly for
the seatbelt buckle, My vision was tinted red from the blood that trickled down my face, but I couldnât-
wouldnât take my eyes off those boots.
I mustâve made some sort of sound when the stranger took a step forward, because suddenly they
started sprinting. The glass crunched beneath their feet, the sound grinding against my teeth as they
got closer and closer.
I knew how to keep a level head as my fear turned into full-blown panic, but no amount of thrashing or
struggling helped free me from the car. My fingers were slick with blood, making it impossible to find the
button that would free me. Spots danced in my vision and every breath took much more of an effort
than it should.. I knew I had punctured something when the remaining air in my lungs crackled.
Something gave beneath my fingers. The click of the seatbelt was the last thing I heard before I slid
from the seat and landed on the roof of the car. My hands and face stung from the pieces of glass
embedded in them, which ratcheted higher with every movement I made.
I turned my head and looked out the shattered window, feeling my breath come faster with each
passing second. There were no scuffed boots sprinting my way, only chunks of metal and shards of
glass.
A wet cry tore itself from my chest as a face peered just outside of the car window.
âWhyâ¦â I tried to ask, feeling my eyes roll as I passed out.
My eyes snapped open, and I lurched forwards, feeling a sharp pain blossom across my chest and
stomach. The instantaneous rush of adrenaline that surged through me, made my head throb until my
vision turned blurry.
I was battered by memories, bulldozed by the pain of a harsh impact. I remembered the c***h, the car
that Asher had loaned me, crushed like an empty soda can. He wouldnât care about the car-no, but he
would be worried about me. There was no mind-linking him with my head pounding like this, so hard I
could feel the vibrations in my teeth.
A face flashed in my mind, the last thing I saw before I passed out.
I slammed myself against the passenger door of the vehicle I sat in, barely registering the pain as I
wiped at my eyes, trying desperately to clear my blurry vision. The spots faded from my eyes, and even
though I knew my captor, I didnât relax.
Asher was going to be pissed.
âYou look like s**t.â Brandon said from where he sat in the driverâs seat. His posture was relaxed, and
he didnât even bother looking my way as he dug through the console with one hand and tossed me a
lukewarm blood bag. âDrink up, we still got another two hours left.â
The first thing I did was glance down at his feet, which were in a pair of sneakers. No scuffed boots.
I tore into the bag with my teeth and downed the thick liquid, feeling my tastebuds explode with flavor
incomparable to human food. Like a cup of hot tea laced heavily with honey, the blood spread its
warmth throughout my body, and eased some of the pressure still weighing on my chest.
I met Brandonâs eyes, uncaring that he watched me tear into the bag like an animal, because I just now
registered what he had said.
âExcuse me? Two hours from where?â
âThatâs kind of hotâ¦â He ignored my question and looked towards the highway. There was the shadow
of mountains off in the distance, but those were the only ones in sight. The forest had thinned out too,
becoming sparce a s the buildings grew taller and the streets more crowded. Abridge sat up ahead,
down below it was an even busier stretch of road. ââ¦does my brother ever let you drink his blood?â
âBrandon donât f*****g play with me. Iâll send this car right off the side of the bridge with us in it.â I
snarled, âTwo hours from where?â
I didnât have that deadly-calm voice Asher had when he was seconds away from tearing someoneâs
head off. Mine would swell with power, like the tendrils of shadow that writhed and gathered, reacting to
the rage in my voice-hoping I might be desperate enough to whisper their names.
âYouâre crazy enough to do that, arenât you?â He snorted, then shrugged. âDonât matter anyway, weâre
too far away for you to do anything but tag along, Even my brother canât travel that fast. You and I are
off to visit a friend of mine, Lola.â
âOh Goddess, Asher. Heâs probably destroyed half the pack by now looking for me.â I groaned, feeling
Maya begin to stir from my distress.
âActually, when I stepped in all heroically and pulled you out of the car, I found your phone in the
wreckage. Sent him a quick text letting him know exhausted you were after moving all of that furniture,
and that you went out for drinks with that friend of yours, the perky brunette with the vampire mate.â
The blood was helping me heal faster, which was a miscalculation on Brandonâs part. The more he
talked the closer I found myself to running us off the road. âHe mind-linked the pack hours ago, finally
found what was left of his car.â
âGive me my phone.â I snapped and held out my hand.
âSure thing, sure thing.â He nodded, too compliant for me not to know something was up. I wasnât at all
surprised when he tossed it in my lap and added, âBattery died a few hours ago, and unfortunately I left
my car charger at home. What a shame.â
I covered my face with my hands and groaned, âhe has no clue where I am, no clue if Iâm wait, what
happened to the glass in my face and hands?â
âI picked out what I could.â Brandon shrugged, then narrowed his eyes when I gave him an odd look.
âDonât go thinking I did you any favors. Youâre useless to me if youâre not healed up and in tip-top
shape. Also, pretty sure Iâm at the top of Asherâs âmost-wanted listâ since Iâm ignoring his mind-links.
You know how paranoid he is, probably pieced it together already. I meant to ask, what the h**l did you
hit that caused that much damage?â
âAn invisible f*****g wall.â I groaned, sinking into the seat because what else could I do? âCourtesy of
whatever witch or witches Iâve managed to p**s off.â
âWell, then itâs a good thing youâre with me, because I just might be able to get you some answers.â His
grin was cocky and self- assured but had the same lopsided tilt as Asherâs. âBet you never saw that
coming.â
âHow are you going to get me answers?â I snorted, âI thought all you were good for is getting drunk,
pissing off Asher, and chasing after school-girls.â
âThose are my best qualities. Iâm surprised you noticed them. Think about me often?â He lifted an
eyebrow but mustâve seen the hint of murderous rage still lingering on my face because he quickly
dropped it. âI might not be Alpha of a whole pack, but Iâm not without my connections. I happen to have
a friend whoâ¦dabbles in magic. She conveniently stopped answering my calls the day you and my
brother got into town. I want to know why.â
âYou kidnapped me and brought me outside o f the pack boundaries because a witch you slept with
ghosted you?â I deadpanned.
Brandon nodded then asked, âhowâd you know I slept with her?â
âI didnât.â I grunted, âIt was a lucky guess.â
We stopped at a crowded gas station on the outskirts of some city. I wasnât picking up the scent of any
werewolves, but I could smell the d***s on the humans lingering against the side of the building. It
infuriated me how Brandon hopped out of the car, whistling as he filled up the gas tank. The a*****e
knew I wasnât going to run. Even if I did, what good would it do me?
âWhen you sneak off to borrow someoneâs phone, make sure you tell Asher how I saved your lifeâand
how Iâve behaved myself this entire trip.â Brandon grinned, leaning against the side of the car as the
numbers on the gas pump climbed higher. I turned my back on him and gave him the middle finger for
good measure, âHey! You owe me a life debt, now keep my feral a*s brother from k*****g me.â
âAsher. Who is it?â
I sighed the moment I heard his harsh voice, earning an odd look from the cashier who hovered by the
phone protectively, as though they had lost one before to a needy customer. He was in full Alpha-
mode, ready to storm the borders of any pack if it meant finding me.
âLola? F*****g h**l, where are you?! Are you hurt? I thought since you texted you were alright. Tristan
told me about Hollyâs nightmare. I found the car the damage doesnât matter. Are you with Brandon? Tell
me where you are, Iâll come get you.â
â He said you were paranoid enough to figure it out. I was hurt, but your brotherâ¦helped bandage me
up. Maya still hasnât woken up and my phone is d**d, or I wouldâve talked to you sooner.â I chose my
words carefully, glancing at the cashier whose nervous eyes flitted my way every couple seconds. âI
know this sounds crazy, but I think he saved my life. Weâre hours away from the pack boundaries and
believe me, I know. Heâs a reckless idiot who has a d***h wish, but heâs taking me to meet aâ¦special
friend of his, one that might know more about what happened last night.â
âI donât like this one f*****g bit. Going anywhere with Brandon-itâs not safe. He would never hurt you, but
clearly, I donât know who he associates with. I donât know what intentions his friend has, but if you have
to hunt them down for information, thatâs already a red flag.â An echo of pain settled in my chest
because I knew that the harshness in his voice was there to cover up the worry, the fear of losing me
the first time. It resurfaced from time to time, turning his eyes dark and giving his touches a protective
edge. âTell me where you are and we can speak with his friend togetherâ¦I canât protect you there,
Lola.â
From where I stood, I could see out the large windows, to the gas pump Brandon stood at. He caught
my eye and waved, gesturing to the car with a dramatic flourish. Guilt lodged itself in my throat
because I knew what I needed to do.
Iâll give you the address to the gas station weâre at. Weâll meet you here after we talk to his friend. She
vanished on him the day you and I got into townâif she does have something to do with this, and she
knows weâre coming, she wonât stick around for long.â I swallowed, âI love you, Asher. And Iâll be here to
tell you in person once I get the information we need.â
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