Alpha Asher and Lola

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 152 – After promising another three times, grandma finally left to beat dad home. He had no clue she’d overheard him talking to Flora on the phone and found out about their get together, even though he should’ve realized you can’t hide anything from grandma.

Rowena slipped away to her bedroom after making me swear an oath I’d tell her, or Cordelia should something like that happen again. She left the three of us to eat grandma’s leftovers and brush through various sigil books. Beneath each hand drawn symbol was a tip to help make the spell stronger.

Many called for white chalk or paint, others wanted black, and the harsher sigils called for animal blood. Some of the symbols became so complex my eyes couldn’t discern where one line began and another ended.

There was one sigil that sent my thoughts veering towards the marks on my neck. It wasn’t Asher’s on my mind, even though I showed off the cobalt mark every chance I had. Unfortunately, in doing so I also had no choice but to show off my other mark, the one belonging to Tristan.

The dull cold that clung to it made it almost impossible to forget.

“Since you’re good with sigils, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about removing a vampire’s mating mark?” It was impossible to keep my voice light after voicing a question like that. I settled for an awkward and drawn-out laugh. “I know the two aren’t related, I just-“

“In a way, they are. A mating mark binds you and another person on a spiritual level, and just like a sigil it won’t stray from its purpose. On the other hand, a sigil fades or vanishes once the spell reaches completion whereas a mating mark is for life…” My stomach was twisting and turning, riding the waves of my hope as it ebbed and flowed. It crashed into the rocky shore when Cordelia said, “As for how to remove it, there isn’t a magical remedy I know of that I can tell you…but if I may ask, has he tried marking someone else?”

“He doesn’t exactly have someone else to mark.” I grimaced. No matter how desperate I was to get this thing off my neck, I wouldn’t pass it to another unwilling soul.

“Right, well…I’ll see if there’s any spells or sigils that have to do with mating marks. In the meantime you should focus on your magic. The more attention you give it, the easier it should be to take control. After all, you can’t train a dog you never spend time with.”

crinkled with sympathy my hope vanished, leaving me to succumb

quick but steamy conversation with Asher through mind-link, I found myself sandwiched between the

my moans were muffled against his flesh. Tonight was different in many

own because the second he walked through the door, he attacked. His hands were greedy, squeezing and pulling as they sought

hair, and his feral tongue explored my mouth. He hadn’t let me lay a finger on his c**k, and I’d been trying again when my

this sleepover of yours?” Asher raised an eyebrow from where he sat propped

temptation that swelled in my breast was overpowered by the soreness in

the drawer for a change of clothes and glanced up at the vanity mirror where

been wearing currently covered the living room floor in the form of homemade confetti. At some point we made it to the bedroom, which meant any piece of clothing not

wearing that black dress, I can see why Chelsea stood in front of you in every photo.” There wasn’t an ounce of shame or decency in his honey-flecked eyes, just that air of confidence that seemed utterly impenetrable. His lips twitched as surprise rippled

a smile. “He kept saying I looked gothic like it was an insult, and what do you mean you didn’t think she

scooped me off my feet and tossed me onto the bed. I landed with a light thud, giggling as he hovered over

a puff of warm air against my neck from where his nose trailed along the soft skin. “As for Cassidy, she can be shallow and self-centered. Material things matter to her, and embarrassment is a betrayal she’ll spend the rest of her life punishing you for—something I

more about Cassidy’s vengeful side, the confidence in which he spoke about me made my face

and unfortunately I’m not resourceful enough to scour the internet for pictures of you…” I chuckled weakly, then took a quick breath before I could back down. “What was it like growing up here? How was your childhood

knew his mind had gone somewhere unpleasant. The weight of his expression lifted when I wrapped my arms