Chapter 163
Alpha Asher
Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 163 â I hadnât so much as skimmed my fingers over the cover
page when Asher came through the front door. Ajolt of surprise swallowed my voice and made my
heartrate jump, forcing me to snap the book shut and slip it back into my bag.
Asher rounded the corner and appeared in the kitchen before I could question my sneaky behavior and
why the feeling churning in my gut told me to keep the book a secret-even from him.
The next few hours I spent with Asher were anything but relaxing. Even after taking out the rest of my
frustration in the cushy master suite he had designed for us, there was still plenty weighing on my
mind. Iâd always envied Chelsea for her lack of conscience, especially lately.
Both Maya and I knew that keeping Cordeliaâs book was wrong and that thievery, no matter how it
happened, had consequences. The urge to return it with a heartfelt apology was strong, but there was
something even more powerful brewing in the back of my mind.
It had found itâs way into my bag for a reason, I assumed. One could only wonder if the reason was to
look inside, to use its magic to protect my mate, pack, and kingdom. Even though the feeling lasted but
a few seconds, it was the excitement that gripped my heart in its hand that ultimately influenced my
decision.
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âAre you alright?â Asherâs voice was soft, which was warning enough that Iâd been quiet for far too long.
Unable to forget what had transpired not that long ago between him and a certain Judge, I lifted an
eyebrow in his direction. With a drink in each hand, he abandoned the bar cart in the lowered alcove
that served as our lounge and made his way to the canopied bed I was currently sprawled across.
I took the glass from his hand and took a drink, feeling the strong-scented liquor sting my lips before
racing across my tongue. Forcing away a grimace from the taste was easy enough. âShouldnât I be the
one asking you that?â
âYou should.â He grunted, and from the deep scowl that hardened his jawline and made those soft lips
of his fall, I knew his next words would be worth my while. Only after a long drink of his own did he
finally speak. âI wonât apologize for what I did to Clint Armstrong, but Iâll admit I did act rashly.â For a
split second, his eyes unfocussed and confusion filled their depths until all traces of gold faded from his
irisâs. âIâ¦I havenât been feeling like myself lately. There was some part of me that wondered if magic
was involved, but both the witches have checked me over and neither one felt anything.â
âCould it be stress? At training today, Cassidy mentioned we donât know everything there is to know
about Alphaâs. Thereâs a chance this could be what happens when an Alphaâs pack is threatened from
all sidesâ¦â I stumbled for a reason, startled by the feeling of helplessness that encased my lungs.
Asher didnât struggle, he conquered. When he lost his footing heâd come back stronger, fight harder
until his opponent snapped in two. Seeing him like this, with genuine confusion in his eyes, it was
jarring.
âI know what stress feels like, believe me. Iâve had a lifetime of it, even before you stumbled into
training late that first day.â He said, his voice quickly morphing from dry to light and amused. My own
lips perked up at the sound of his laugh, and of the memory that pitted the two of us against each other.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and took another drink. âWhen you turned yourself into your
fatherâs men, that was the most stressed Iâd ever felt. All of thisâ¦this is nothing compared to that.â
âAsher, you canât mean that. Weâve got witches, vampires, and now werewolves coming for our
throats-â
âAnd none of that means s**t to me.â He rasped, running a hand down the stubble that coated his jaw.
His head sunk a few inches, and only when I placed my hand beneath his chin did he dare look up at
me. âI wouldâve handed over your entire pack if it meant getting you back, Lola. You mean that much to
me-so much that my own people canât even compare. Iâll protect them with my last breath, but only if I
know youâre safe.â There was an urgency in his voice that made my throat tighten. I tried hard to cling
to my disbelief but failed when I saw the heat in his eyes. âSo believe me when I say, I know what
stress feels like. Maybe you and Cassidy are right, maybe this is some Alpha thing we havenât
discoveredâ¦but if thatâs the case, we need to get figuring it out because Iâm slipping, and this pack
canât afford a slip.â
The more we talked, and the more Asher opened up, the more I was able to see his hesitance and
indecision. Part of me wondered if Iâd still feel the same all-consuming love when Asherâs guard was let
down and his indestructible Alpha persona was removed. It wasnât surprising that my affection for him
reached an even deeper level, and that the bond between us sparkled like freshly spun threads of gold.
He was still an Alpha in my eyes, but even Alphaâs had moments of weakness.
âWeâll figure this out.â I promised him, though I had no clue how weâd achieve such a thing. If the
witches couldnât figure out what was happening with Asher, who could? An idea popped into my head,
and I found myself smiling with just a shred of renewed hope. âBreyonaâs parents might be able to help.
Iâll mind-link her tonight and see if she can get in contact with them.â
âAlright, just keep me posted. Iâll be bringing Mason and Clara with us tonight. Having a witch on our
side will be helpful, and Mason can keep her in check since she seems to enjoy tormenting him.â Asher
grunted, combing his fingers through his hair, oblivious to the way my eyes tracked the movement.
Seconds away from suggesting a round two, I registered his last-minute decision. The one where he
thought bringing Mason and Clara anywhere was a good idea. An odd sensation warmed my stomach
and a fleeting thought whispered in my ear, âIsnât this what you wanted?
âYouâre bringing them both?â I pondered, ignoring the gut-feeling I was having that told me I somehow
caused this spontaneous decision.
âNot only that, but Iâm also bringing Brandon too.â He replied, his tone just a tad disgruntled. Taking one
last swig of his liquor, he rolled his shoulders and twisted his head to either side until it popped softly.
Seeing the expression on my face, he snorted. âBelieve me, it wasnât my decision. He was lurking on
mine and Zekeâs conversation and overheard we were leaving on a mission. I canât have him spilling
the news to everyone in the pack and risk it falling into the hands of whoever our leaks are. Zekeâs
babysitting him at the moment, but sooner or later heâll try to escape him.â
âHow is Zekeâs pack doing?â I wondered out loud, standing from the bed and stretching my sore limbs
until they groaned in pleasurable pain. With a smirk painted across my lips, I tossed one of Asherâs
shirts over my n***d torso and flopped down on my stomach. âHeâs rarely been there since all of this
stuff started happening with the witches.â
âHis Beta is a good, honorable man. Heâs stepped up a lot and has helped him run the pack. Iâm sure it
helps that the witches arenât particularly interested in the other nearby packs. Strategically, it makes
sense that theyâd want to dismantle the strongest pack first. Even Alphaâs look up to the strongest wolf.
With our pack gone, the rest in the country will weaken. I suppose I should thank the witch Cordeliaâ¦â
Asher rumbled, making a sound in the back of his throat that I couldnât quite place. Whether it be
gratefulness or dismay, the gesture surprised me. âSheâs been helping Zeke fortify his borders with
some of those sigils of hers. From what heâs told me, theyâre nothing serious, more like alarm systems
incase any witches or vampires slip through.â
âOh, I hadnât known. Wouldnât the same thing help us? At the very least it could give us a heads up on
the next m****r.â
âSheâs already placed a few around the pack borders. She wouldâve done it sooner, but the magic
required apparently takes time to build up.â He half shrugged, still seemingly unconvinced. âIâm trying to
trust them, but only because you asked it of me.â
As Asher slid into the driverâs seat of his Audi and revved the engine, a sliver of worry crept into my
throat. It twisted around my neck, scratching at my skin like the scales of a serpent before sliding down
my esophagus and into the pits of my stomach. It was this feeling that told me what Asher, Zeke, and
the rest of the group they assembled were going to do was a bad idea.
I was going to tell him, even though I knew it wouldnât change his mind, but another voice more
powerful than that of my otherworldly feeling slid into my head. It wasnât her words, but the tone of fear
within them that made me pause.
âS**tâ¦Lola, you there? Ugh, stupid a*****e men. Kendrick bailed on me for some curvy redheaded sl-
whatever, the details donât matter. Iâm here with Lars at his camper thing and heâs acting all sketchy and
tweakish. I know you said to stay away from him, but Iâm freaked out and I need some helpâ¦and
youâre the only person I know who wonât hold this over my head.