Chapter 59


    Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 59 – I was pulled from the packhouse, floating just outside


    the second-floor window. I could still see Alpha Asher and I in bed, his arm wrappedzily around my


    waist.


    Looking down at my own hands, I noticed the shimmery and almost dream-like quality they had taken


    on. My skin was nearly translucent, showing the ground beneath me. I held my arms out in the air,


    trying to move myself towards the bedroom window. My body refused to respond, as if I were tethered


    to the spot.


    I had never experienced a dream quite like this. Watching my sleeping body just ten feet away was


    quite unsettling. My stomach lurched as I began sinking to the ground. It felt like going over the crest of


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    a roller coaster, right before free-fall.


    For just a second, I wondered if my feet would pass through the earth. I had passed through the


    packhouse with ease. Some of the fear in my stomach was quenched when my feet gently hit the


    ground.


    Everything was lit beautifully under the night sky. The moonlight bathed everything in shades of deep


    blue. Something stirred at the forest line. I tried to take a step back when the familiar icy cold front


    After seeing the moving shadows during the fight, it was easy to spot them now. It was as if once you


    noticed the shadows, you could never miss them again. The shadows gathered along the forest line,


    painting the leaves and bark in ck.


    I watched as some of the shadows took form, only to break apart and slink away. The shadows


    continued to build, and my difort continued to grow. My skin was cold to the touch, even with the


    warm nighttime breeze.


    As the shadows gathered, other parts of the forest line became lighter. Tree’s and details were easier


    to make out as the shadows pulled themselves further away. The shadows merged, creating a towering


    form. The form was shaped like a man. Standing at six feet tall, the form had no discernable details. I


    could see its frayed edges, where the shadows were unable to be solid.


    The human shaped shadow approached me. Each individual hair on my body stood on end as the silky


    voice emerged from the shadow. The cold front seemed to follow the shadows, growing stronger the


    closer they approached.


    ‘You have been called’


    ‘Called?’ My voice sounded strange as the word tumbled from my lips. It was an octave higher and left


    a dull ringing in my ears. As much as I wanted this to be a dream, it was far too urate for my liking.


    The knot that had formed in my stomach grew bigger each time I dismissed this as a dream. While I


    wanted to ignore the truth, my gut already knew.


    I tried to reach out to Maya, to feel her within the confines of my brain. I was met with an emptiness that


    rattled me. Searching the corners of my mind for my wolf, she was no where to be found. The only


    voice inside my head, was my own.


    I pressed against the invisible barrier that held me in ce, pushing until my body ached and my head


    throbbed. The shadow man glided forward inhumanly, it’s arms and legs remained still throughout the


    motion.


    ‘Do not fight’


    The words came from the shadows in a silky hiss, their voices floating to my reluctant ears. Before I


    had the chance to react, a smoky hand wrapped around my wrist. My mouth opened in pain, but


    nothing came out. The smoky hand around my wrist was colder than anything I had felt. I couldn’t pull


    myself from it’s grasp. Icy shards dug into my skin and I wondered if there would be a wound where the


    shadow had touched me.


    Nearly three whole seconds after the shadow grabbed my wrist, the packhouse around us had faded


    from existence. It was like watching an old television. The background became enveloped in static,


    details and object disappearing from the background until we were left with nothing.


    As quickly as everything faded, a new surrounding reced the old. My limbs felt like jelly, my tongue


    sandpaper in my mouth. I was overwhelmed with fatigue, as if I had just traveled a great distance.


    I turned around, looking at my surroundings as they came into existence. I wasn’t by the packhouse


    anymore, but inside someone’s home. From the looks of it, I was standing in someone’s living room.


    My body still had that hazy dream-like quality, but everything around me seemed so… real.


    The living room was bathed in shades of maroon, brown and ck. A leather couch sat in the middle of


    the room, facing a zing firece. I could feel the heat crackle against my skin, it’s warmth attempting


    to counteract the cold. Bookshelves lined the walls, arge mahogany desk sat at one end of the room.


    Statue’s and works of art were scattered through out the room, all looking priceless and ancient.


    Once I finished looking over the room, my eyes fell on a familiar head of blonde hair. Looking much like


    he had at the swimming hole, Tristan was seated in one of the chairs. A ss of amber colored alcohol


    sat in his hand; his face contorted into a grimace.


    Without giving it much thought, my hand reached up and ran against the mark Tristan left on my


    shoulder. I knew without looking, it was still there. It had followed me into my dream—or whatever this


    was.


    My eyes fell on another man, and I wondered how I hadn’t noticed him before. He wasn’t any vampire I


    had ever seen, not that I’ve seen many to begin with. His hair was the color of night, a deep shade of


    ck that nearly grazed his shoulders. The midnight colored waves seemed oddly familiar.


    I walked around to get a better look at his face. Neither one seemed to notice my presence. The man’s


    hair was lifted from his face, the deep waves fanned over his head. The man looked quite young,


    possibly in histe twenties. While he looked young, there was a strange aura that surrounded him.


    Power and wisdom floated around him like a harsh wind.


    I was sure my heart ceased its erratic beating the moment I looked into his eyes. What I saw made the


    icy wavese back with a vengeance. I saw myself mirrored in his bright eyes, my own staring back


    at me. It was then I was able to make the connection between myself and this man.


    This man was my father.


    His bright eyes were identical to my own, his raven hair the same shade. I had always thought I got my


    dark hair from my Grandma, but now I could see the difference. Grandma’s ck hair was the color of


    obsidian. My hair was such a deep shade of ck, it almost held a blue hue to it. The color of rich


    midnight skies and lurking shadows. His lips were like my own, plump and full with a deep cupid bow.


    There was a coldness to the man’s eyes, one that set my teeth on edge. His eyes were hard as he


    looked into the fire.


    The man turned his head to Tristan, and I watched as Tristan stiffened in response. The man—my


    Fathermanded a lot of respect, that was evident in the way Tristan responded to his gaze.


    ‘You may leave, Tristan.’ His voice was deep and rich, striking a chord within me that I had long ago


    forgotten about. His voice was familiar, delving down and reaching memories long ago forgotten.


    How could I remember his voice if I hadn’t met him before?


    As deep and rich as his voice may be, it reminded me of the icy shards that licked my skin. His voice


    held a certain coldness to it, one that spread around the room like a thick frost. I was almost certain I’d


    be able to see my own breath as it escaped my lips.


    Tristan stood, giving the man a small bow.


    ‘Yes, my Lord.’ Tristan murmured politely, retreating to therge doors before he disappeared from the


    room.


    My Lord? The strange words danced in circles around my head. The truth was sitting right in front of


    me, waiting for me to wrap my hands around it. I couldn’t bring myself to put the pieces together. I


    would much rather live in the dark, ignore the pull I felt in my gut as I looked on at my Father.


    The pieces were fitting together in my head, and it took all my willpower to keep them apart. Just as the


    pieces clicked together, the man opened his mouth and spoke.


    ‘I know you’re here, L.’


    Bile churned in my stomach, threatening to rise. Could I throw up in a dream—or whatever this was? I


    wasn’t sure, but I had the strange feeling I would find out. The icy shards continuedpping at my skin,


    but the shadow figure had retreated to the other side of the room. The figure melted into the shadows


    cast by the zing firece. Part of the room darkened as the shadows melted into the background.


    I opened my mouth to speak, but what could I say? I wasn’t sure what to say, let alone if he could hear


    me. As if the man could read my mind, he spoke once again.


    ‘I cannot hear you, but that isn’t necessary.’ The man shook his head, his eyes never once leaving the


    zing fire. ‘You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you’ve figured out who I am to you.’


    For once, I was thankful I couldn’t speak. I hadn’t been rendered speechless before, but I was now.


    There were a million questions flitting through my head, yet none of them seemed to break through the


    surface.


    ‘The Shadows are your birthright, L. They are my gift to you.’ My Father voice came out strong, his


    words had an ufortable chill to them. ‘I felt you call out to them just a few hours ago. As you have


    learned, they demand a price for their work. The steeper your request, the higher the price.’


    As he said thest sentence, his head snapped over to me. His eyes were locked on my own, as if he


    could see me standing in the room. My mouth was open in shock, my body frozen in ce.


    ‘You can deny what you are, but sooner orter you will find your way to me. By force or free-will, you


    will find your way to me.’ My Father’s voice was hard. I looked into eyes identical to my own, searching


    for some form of light within them. Instead of light, I found shadows.


    ‘Together we will eradicate our enemies. You will take your rightful ce at my side.’ My Father spoke


    with conviction, as if it was all set-in stone. ‘It is what you were created for.’


    ‘No.’ I shook my head, uncaring if he could hear me or not. ‘I won’t—I won’t betray my family, my pack.’


    ‘Embrace your other half, L. Look into the past and remember.’


    ‘No!’ Frustration and fear bubbled within me, the desperate scream tearing through my throat. I didn’t


    want to be here anymore, I wanted to be safe in bed with Alpha Asher. I could have gone my entire life


    without seeing that, without experiencing it.


    I felt myself fly backwards; torn from the ce I had stood. My entire body was surrounded by the icy


    frost, my skin stinging as it tore me away from my Father.


    I was back at the packhouse, my toes wiggling over the dewy grass. The shadows against the forest


    line looked and felt normal. The icy waves thatpped at my skin ceased. I would’ve thought I was


    awake if it weren’t for my translucent skin. I felt myself being lifted upwards, as if a string were tied


    around my waist. I was thrown into the bedroom, catching a glimpse of Alpha Asher’s sleeping form.


    I sat up from bed, my heart hammering in my chest. A thinyer of sweat clung to my skin. While my


    skin was coated in sweat, I felt like a block of ice. My teeth gnashed together, fighting the urge to


    shiver.


    Sunlight streamed through the curtain’s, battering my eyes from the intensity.


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