Chapter 199

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 199

When I came back inside the living room, nothing had changed. Zeke was still dancing with Breyona

while Giovanni watched with a mixture of irritation and adoration on his face. Tristan continued to

glance at Holly, who was curled up on the couch watching the two dance with blush-stained cheeks.

Clara and Mason looked like they wanted to join in, while Cassidy laughed at Kendrick’s terrible moves.

Only Asher noticed me come back in, his dark stare soft as it turned to my face. There must’ve been

something—some fragment of truth in my expression because his eyebrows slid into a grimace and his

jaw tightened.

“What is it?” He asked, coming to my side.

I held the papers in my grasp, still trying to process what the h**l I’d just read. The envelope with

Breyona’s name on the front sat at the very top, another hole in my heart because I knew this letter

would dampen her mood. It was from her parents, a last farewell to their only daughter before they

were m******d.

The single envelope felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

Every head in the room turned to Asher and I, hearing the question he’d asked me and seeing the truth

on my face. Tristan was at my side in an instant, followed by Breyona. Giovanni hovered at her back

protectively, as though he could shield her from whatever had gone wrong.

“The neighbor just brought this over. Apparently, it was delivered to the wrong house.” I said, my voice

low and eyes darting up to meet Breyona’s. “It’s from your parents.”

My best-friend s****d in a sharp breath, her large brown eyes instantly watering. They scanned the

papers in my hands, latching onto the envelope that stood out against the tanned pages that had been

torn from the book on my family’s history.

“Is that…is that for me?” Her voice trembled as she asked.

I swallowed the knot in my throat. “They left it for you…incase they didn’t make it.”

Her lower lip began to tremble, and she brought her hand up to hide it just as Giovanni pulled her into

his arms. I looked up at the Vampire that towered over her, that protected her with the same fervor he

protected me with.

“Take her to my bedroom or one of the spares. I’m sure she doesn’t want an audience.” I murmured,

handing him the envelope with pain clutching my heart.

Zeke, who had been hovering on the outskirts, cocked his head. “Those papers are from the book,

aren’t they? What do they say?”

I gave a small shake of my head, one that said, ‘not here.’ It’s not that I didn’t trust everyone else in the

room, but my insides were so shaken that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to utter the words around this many

people.

Mason’s voice rang out, snaring all of our attention. He had his arm around Clara’s shoulder, but his

words weren’t just directed to her.

“Mind if we grab some of those leftovers you got stashed away? I’m starved.” He said, rubbing his

toned stomach. There was a knowing look on his face, but it was laced with sympathy that told me he

understood completely.

Clara hummed, holding back laughter. She batted her eyelashes at Mason, making him smile. “You’re

always hungry, but I could use a snack too. Alcohol gives me the munchies.”

Kendrick nodded, oblivious to the tension in the room. “I second that. Plus there’s never a bad time for

a burger.”

“Go ahead and dig in.” I said, forcing a smile onto my face.

Mason and Clara headed into the kitchen with Cassidy and Kendrick following closely behind. The

blonde in charge of hosting tonight’s sleepover had a concerned look on her face, and clear reluctance

in her eyes as she left us alone.

Holly appeared around Tristan’s shoulder, tapping it gently to get his attention.

“I think I’m going to go with them. I could use another blood bag.” She whispered, her eyes flickering

over the rest of us.

Tristan nodded, something in the depths of his icy gaze thawing as he looked down at my half-sister.

“Giovanni put them in the ice box in the garage.”

Once Holly had padded out of the living room, leaving only Asher, Zeke, Tristan, and myself, I knelt

down in front of the coffee table and spread the papers out for them to see. Asher flicked on the

television, cranking the volume up to drown out our voices.

They were made of the same thick material as in the book. Even the writing and ink were the same,

elegant, and lilting as someone with an expert hand painted them across the page. The frayed edges

only proved further that they were the missing pages, but it did nothing to explain how they’d gotten

that way to begin with, or who had taken them.

Each one of the guys passed around the sticky note that was attached to the front, their eyes skimming

over the last words of Breyona’s parents before they were k****d.

“The witches are the ones that k****d them, so it stands they most likely had the pages to begin with.

We need to prepare for the possibility that they already know.” Tristan pointed out, his mind on the

same track as my own.

I chewed anxiously on my lower lip, picking at the skin that come up from the last time I bit into it.

“We need to pray to the Goddess that they don’t.” I whispered, staring down at the pages.

“What the f**k?” Zeke mumbled, his eyes sliding back and forth as they traversed each page with rapt

interest. He slid a hand down his face, which had paled considerably. “F**k, this is bad.”

Asher, who had been silent this entire time, pinched the bridge of his nose and suppressed a snarl.

“Can someone explain?”

On any other occasion, Tristan would’ve taken that moment to poke fun at Asher. He would’ve gotten

into him for being too impatient and high-strung to read. The stoic Vampire said nothing, looking

expectantly at Zeke and I as he too waited for an explanation.

Zeke looked up at me, a light I’d never seen before in his eyes. They’d always been full of warmth and

friendliness, and while they weren’t exactly distrusting, there was a wariness there that I found myself

hating.

“Do you want to, or should I?”

“Go ahead.” I croaked, not trusting my voice.

“The first page is saying there are no limits to Conjuration, but that there are certain…side effects. The

side effects the witch experiences are dependent on where the power comes from. It goes on to

describe these two different planes of existence. They’re kind of like Heaven and H**l, only think of

them as dark and light. There’s no way to travel to these planes, but they’re the sources of magic that

all witches pull from. Even the evil ones pull from light without knowing it since the dark plane is so hard

to access. There are some in history that have accessed the dark plane, but only in small amounts.

Conjuration acts like a key to both planes, and lets the witch pull from them freely…drawing as much

power as she wants.” He explained, pausing to give Asher and Tristan a moment to catch up.

Tristan’s grimace held a hint of confusion. “How is this knowledge dangerous?”

“He hasn’t even gotten to the good part yet.” I said, my lips pressed in a thin line.

Zeke tapped the second page in the stack. “It gives an example. It talks about one of Lola’s ancestors

who pulled from the dark plane, drawing more power than any other witch has in existence. The spell

k****d an entire town of people, but it worked.”

The dim lighting paired with the pressure filling the room, s*****g the air from the four walls, left me

lightheaded and shivering. I slid my hands beneath my t****s to hide the tremble in them.

Asher leaned forward in his seat. “What did the spell do?”

Instead of looking at Asher, Zeke met my eyes as he spoke.

“The spell created something. Something dark and never before seen by our world. It created the

Shadows.”

Tristan’s already pale skin grew paler, like wet tissue paper draped over cobalt veins.

“The Shadows? You’re sure?” He asked.

Zeke nodded, his face grim. He tapped the page a second time. “Positive. It says it right here. Not sure

why the Shadows are willing to make deals with the Vampire monarchs, but if I had to guess it may be

the fact that both Vampire’s and the Shadows drink blood.”

“Why would she create the Shadows? For what purpose?” Tristan scowled.

“Humans…witch hunters, had taken her baby. They thought witchcraft was taught, not passed down

through the generations. They didn’t know her baby had magic of its own. Either way, she couldn’t

allow them to take her child, so she acted.” I replied, my eyes glued to the pages.

There had been this force inside of me that demanded to know the truth. Why would anyone create

something like the Shadows? The thought that this dark entity had been birthed from one of my

ancestors’ thoughts made my skin erupt in goosebumps. I couldn’t stop myself from reading the pages,

desperate to know more. The answer brought not a speck of comfort.

Asher ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots before letting go. “We can work with that. It

just means that Lola is more powerful than any of us thought.”

My mate’s eyes met my own, and in their golden depths I saw understanding so pure and strong that it

made me want to weep. I wanted to find reassurance in Asher, but I couldn’t let myself. He had no clue

how much worse it got, but soon, he would.

“There’s more.” Zeke said. “The witch that created the shadows went too far. Tapping into that kind of

magic is addicting, and even doing it once can get you hooked. It says here that she lost her mind, and

that the dark magic had changed her over time. Before she was m******d by other witches, her sisters,

she’d created what the humans called ‘the Black D***h’.”

Tristan locked eyes with Asher, his icy blue against my mate’s warm gold. Something passed between

them, an agreement of sorts. It was the first time I’d seen them wholeheartedly on the same team.

The four of us went silent, but the truth hovered in the air around us demanding to be given life. It was

Tristan that spoke the words on all our minds, solidifying the fact that we were losing this battle and that

our worst nightmares—they were so close to becoming reality.

“If they’re able to control Lola, they could quite literally erase both our species from existence.”