Alpha Asher and Lola

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 95 – I got absolutely no sleep that night. My mind refused to shut off, especially now that I knew I might see Asher again. I picked at the silver cuffs on my wrists, wishing Tristan had removed them before he left. I needed to talk to Asher again, to hear his voice so that it might wash the anxiety from my mind.

I lingered in the void between sleep and awareness, tossing and turning on the plush bed. The bed was comfortable, but even the softest of material couldn’t fix the unease churning in my gut.

The morning rolled around all too soon, bringing on the hardest part of the day. I had nothing but time, and nothing to do but wait until Asher’s group had come to the warehouse. My Father and his troops would be leaving out at sunset, leaving the best opening for Asher’s men to get in and out without a huge battle.

After hours of lying in bed, lost in my worried thoughts, a knock sounded on my door. Only, it wasn’t Tristan who stepped inside. I assumed he belonged to my Father, though he couldn’t have been more than a few years older than me. His chestnut hair was short and messy, a few strands falling in his face as he held a silver tray in his hands. I let my eyes glaze over as I sat up on the bed, ignoring the presence of the man who stepped into my room.

“Eat.” He grunted; his voice coated in a thick accent.

The name-less goon sat the tray on my bed, and I moved stiffly towards the glass of blood. Taking my time to finish the food on my tray, I watched withheld breath as the man left. It was usually Tristan who brought me my food each day. The switch up had my chest pounding. Too much could go wrong in the short amount of time it would take Asher’s men to get to the warehouse.

Tristan could have been caught; his secrets revealed to my Father. For all I knew, he could be sitting in a cell somewhere–or worse, d**d. He could have easily changed his mind, resorting to spilling the truth to my Father in an attempt to bargain his life.

Hours passed with no message, no visit from Tristan or anyone else. By the time I heart footsteps thundering down the hall, I was ready to pull my hair out. I leapt from the bed at the sound, flinching when my bedroom door swung open with a loud slam. The name-less man who had brought my food was standing in the doorway, a look of surprise on his face as he stared into my eyes. My stomach dropped as I realized I had let my guard down, and that this man knew I wasn’t under Tristan’s influence.

His hands were braced on the door frame, and I watched as his mouth flopped open. Instead of words, a strangled gasp left his lips. His body fell forward, thudding to the floor. My eyes snapped forward as I spotted a familiar face down the hall.

Mason stood at the end of the hall; his arm stretched out as if he had just thrown something. I glanced down at the knife sticking out of the man’s back and figured Mason had k****d him. Mason, Sean, and four other men charged down the hall and into my bedroom, dragging the d**d Vampire inside.

I was swept into a familiar pair of arms and breathed in the scent of my brother, the knot in my stomach finally beginning to unravel. Sean had an incredulous look on his face as he glared down at me.

“You’re absolutely insane, you know that right?” Sean scoffed, giving me a quick squeeze before setting me on my feet. “Luna or not, Dad’s going to f**king k**l you. You’d be lucky if he doesn’t ground you for the rest of your life.”

option at the time.” I shrugged, breathless from the joy

conversation when we’re not minutes

in for a quick hug. “Breyona’s doing alright. She’s pretty pissed at

“She’ll live.” I chuckled.

a sigh of relief as I picked up a small, metal key. The key fit perfectly in the silver cuffs that irritated my wrists, and I smiled as

nodded, his eyes hardening as he looked over at Sean. “Let’s get out

I called out, just as Sean opened my bedroom door.

the end of the hall. Holly had an arm around Tristan’s shoulders, who supported her weight as he dragged her down the hall. Holly’s face was pale, and she was sporting a nasty g**h on her forehead. I wasn’t sure about the healing rates of Vampire’s, but we didn’t have time to search for a spare pint of blood. Mason let out a rough snarl at the sight of Tristan. I grabbed Mason’s shoulder and propelled myself forward, putting myself in between my friends and my

head, turning my attention to Tristan and Holly. “Is she

grunted, “Slowly, but it’ll speed up once she gets some

said he had gotten inside her head.” Mason murmured to Sean, who flashed me an

needs. Now, we either need to leave, or all of us can become prisoners once my Father comes

seconds to see the truth in my eyes. He gave me a sharp nod and motioned for us to follow him into the hallway. Mason stopped Sean halfway, the muscles in his jaw working

under his breath, “He got in

me a long look, seeing the impatient fire burning in my eyes. “She’s our Luna, and my sister. I trust her word, and you should probably do

down the hallway and met up with Tristan, who was currently returning Mason’s deep glare. Sean and Mason took the lead with another of Asher’s men, while three remained behind Tristan, Holly and I. I slipped Holly’s other arm over my shoulder and supported the rest of her weight. Tristan and I were all but dragging her down the hall, stepping over unconscious or d**d men. I wasn’t sure which were Luna

at Tristan’s hardened face. “She was

for leaving Tyler behind. Her Mother’s men followed her word and arrived just a

decided to come with us.” I noted, watching as

trusting you, Lola.” Tristan’s eyes darkened as they met my own. “I’m trusting you not to get me k****d. Besides, Holly is in no shape to escape without

you too, y’know.” I pointed out, “Don’t make me