Chapter 235
Alpha Asher
âNo. No, I donât believe you.â 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 didnât, though. Her hesitation wasnât 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 wouldnât be here when she finally
returned.
âWhy would I lie?â 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. âAre you really asking me that? What a
stupid question.
Youâre lying because you want me to turn against Freya.â
âAs if that would work.â 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.
âIf that was even a possibility, wouldnât I have started with that the second you came into the room?â I
countered, pulling Emberâs attention away from her idiotic mate and back onto me.
âIt doesnât matter. Tessaâs probably rotting away in one of your cells, being tortured for information.â
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.
Sheâd never believe me outright.
âYouâre wrong, but if it helps fuel your hatred for us, you can go ahead and keep thinking that.â 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.
âYouâre insane, then. Sheâll slit your mateâs throat in his sleep.â She replied.
If she was trying to goad me, it wouldnât work. I was running on limited energy as is and I wasnât 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. âYeah, I doubt that. Sheâs got her hands full already with Zeke. Unlike you, she
hasnât explicitly stated what she wants, but I have a feeling sheâd like to keep her mate too. Iâm not
saying she hasnât seen the inside. of a cell. She has, but thatâs not where she is currently. Oh, and we
didnât torture her. Actually, I gave her a choice.â
Ember narrowed her eyes into two small. slits. âA choice? What kind of choice?â
âI told her to pick a side: mine or Freyaâs.â
âWhat did she say?â She pressed.
âShe said sheâs on the side of life.â I replied, regurgitating Tessaâs exact words.
Ember nodded once, tilting that slender chin of hers towards the floor. A look of understanding crossed
her elfish face.â
Thatâs Freyaâs side. Sheâs going to give our kind a home, a place where we can live in peace.â
âWhat Freyaâs fighting for isnât peace, itâs domination-total control. What makes you think sheâll stop
once the Vampireâs and Werewolves fall into line?
Sheâll go for the humans next. Itâs only a matter of time. Tessa knows that, and something tells me you
do too.â
âHow exactly is that a bad thing?
Humans have been running things for centuries.â 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 wasnât stable. It was cracked- eroding under her feet.
I never got the chance to reply because Brandon beat me to it.
âA witches magic comes from nature, right?â He asked, his eyes on Ember.
âYes.â She replied stiffly. âMore or less.â
âThen witches would know better than any of us that thereâs a balance that needs to be kept. Can you
honestly tell me that what this Blood Witch is doing doesnât fuck with that balance?â Brandon said,
effectively stunning me into silence.
Apparently, I wasnât 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 couldnât 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.
Brandonâs voice took on a tone Iâd 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. âYou know as well as I do that sheâs
destroying that balance, Ember. She wonât stop until thereâs nothing left. You think the witches wonât
suffer from that, but they will. I promise you, they will.â
With each word the tension in Emberâs body seemed to ratchet higher, reaching itâs peak when she
whirled on him. Her cheeks were flaming nearly as bright as her eyes as she snarled.
âAs opposed to what, Brandon. Youâre telling me to give up my lifeâs mission for âfor her?! Whatâs so
great about her plan?â She spun around and let out a
cynical laugh that slapped me right upside the face. âYou canât tell me you think Vampireâs, Witches,
and
Werewolves are going to be sitting around a campfire singing Kumbaya instead of killing one another.
Please tell me youâre not that delusional.â
âYou think itâs impossible for our kind to get along and Iâm telling you, you are wrong. Your twin is mated
to an Alpha, Ember. Do you think thatâs a coincidence?
She was meant to rule, and you-youâre mated to an Alphaâs younger brother. Did you know Brandon
here was the one that planned all of the protection detail for the Vampireâs safe haven? He wanted to
take charge, and he did an amazing job. That is who youâre mated to. That is where your destiny lies.â I
urged, all but begging her to believe me.
There was such anger on her face, such disbelief in her expression that I truly wondered if Ember had
ever trusted anyone before in her life. I didnât have it in me to feign indifference anymore. She needed
to know how important this was and how much we needed her help.
âI want to create a world we can all live One where Witches and Vampireâs donât have to answer to
Wolves â a world we all rule. We can do more than just coexist, Ember. Your Brandonâs mate. Youâre
meant to help us. We have a chance at actual peace, but it wonât happen without you on our side. How
could you not want that?â This time, I was begging. I let every broken, shattered piece of my soul shine
through my eyes, brightened by the sheer hope that she would step up and do the right thing as her
twin had.
Ember turned away, a scowl on her face as though she couldnât bare to look. Her eyes drifted to the
door and my heart crashed, falling to the floor in a million charred pieces.
âWhat would you do if I were to let you go, Lola?â She asked in a low voice.
âIâd go home, find the second witch and Iâd kill her. Then, Iâd find a way to stop Freya.â
âYouâd put everyone you love in danger just to murder the other witch we sent into your pack?â Ember
frowned, a strange light flickering in her eyes.
Didnât she know weâre already in danger?
âOnce Freya does the spell to enslave me, she can kill every werewolf in the world. Theyâre in danger
no matter where I am.â I countered, just a tad confused.
Ember turned away from the door, her eyes growing wide as she cocked her head. âWait, you think
sheâs enslaving you to kill all of the werewolves?â
âWell, yeah?â I stammered. âWhat else would she be doing?â
Out of the handful of timeâs I had the displeasure of setting eyes on Ember, never had I seen her look
like this. Her eyebrows were pinched and the fire in her eyes was nonexistent. She looked⦠worried,
and I wasnât at all prepared for how unsettling it was.
âSomething worse. Something so much worse.â She whispered, her lips barely moving. âEnslaving you
is only the first part of her plan. Thereâs another spell, one sheâs been working on for years.
âWhat is it? Whatâs the spell?â I croaked as what little spit coated my throat evaporated.
Brandonâs chains rattled as he tried to step closer. âTell her, Ember. What is it?â
Emberâs eyes slid shut as though she didnât want to see our reactions. A wave of nausea hit me in the
chest, and only grew worse when she spoke.
âSheâs going to bring your father back to life, and youâll never guess whose body his soul is going into.â
My stomach was empty, but that did nothing to stop the bile from rising in my throat. I clamped my lips
shut, swallowing it back before I vomited all over the floor. Brandonâs eyes were heavy on my face, but
that couldâve been the shock setting in.
âThatâs not possible.â I barely recognized the sound of my own voice.
Would it change once my fatherâs soul was forced into my body? Would he use my magic to change
the way I looked and sounded? Goddess, it was wrong on so many levels. An act that only went
against nature, but one that would destroy it completely.
âIsnât it?â Emberâs voice dropped an octave. Within her eyes was a knowing light that made my face
heat with absolute shame. âWhat exactly were you doing when you were captured, Lola?
Wouldnât you say something like that is impossible?â
âWhat was she doing?â Brandon butted
Ember didnât break her stare from my face as she said, âShe was trying to bring her brother back from
the dead.â
âDid-Did it work?â Brandon asked.
Even after seeing Sean, I hadnât yet let reality sink into my skin. Keeping it at an arms length was the
only thing holding me together. If I had to face the truth- that Iâd never again see my brother in this life-I
would break completely. This side of Brandon, the one that wasnât a raging dickhead, needed to back
off a little bit.
âIf it had, she wouldâve been consumed by dark magic. Seeing as sheâs not, Iâd say it didnât work.â
Ember drawled, inspecting me from head to toe.
I gritted my teeth and tried not to snarl at her.
âJeez, Ember. Harsh much?â Brandon muttered.
Clenching my eyes shut, I sucked in a sharp breath and forced it out through my nostrils. Once the
prickling sensation faded from behind my eyelids, I relaxed.
Ember folded her arms over her chest, not at all bashful as she grunted, âSorry.
Itâs beenâ¦awhile since Iâve talked to anyone. My people skills are rusty.â
I wanted to tell her I could think of a few better words than ârustyâ but shoved the urge down. Pissing
her off wouldnât coax her into helping us. In fact, there wasnât much more I could say. Ember alone held
the power here, and it was high time to make a decision.
âAre you going to help us, Ember?â I asked without hesitation.
This time, she looked nervous. She twisted her fingers and picked at the skin around her nails.
âSheâll kill me.â Ember whispered.
I shook my head. âShe wonât, because youâll be coming with us.â
âLet me guess, you have a cell waiting with my name on it?â She laughed dryly. Her discomfort was a
tangible force that skated along my skin and set my jaw on edge.
Looking into her eyes, I forced what little power I had left into my voice, and hoped it was enough to
show her how serious I truly was. It was a risky promise to make, but if it meant stealing yet another
powerful witch from Freyaâs side, Iâd bend over backwards to make sure it was kept.
âYou have my word as Luna and Queen of the Vampireâs that you will not be imprisoned or harmed in
any way. You will be reunited with your sister and will be treated with the same respect and dignity as a
member of my pack. Whether we win or lose, my promise stands.â
As my words sunk in, Ember ceased her fidgeting. Her shoulders lowered an inch and a fire flared to
life in her eyes.
âWell, then. What are we waiting for? Letâs get out of this shithole.â