Chapter 126


    Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 126 – “Wonderful.” I sighed a bit more dramatically than I


    initially meant to, ” The only two people who can help us is a witch who could easily be d**d by now


    and my mom, who actually is d**d. Is resurrecting people a thing, or is that just in the movies?”


    “Just in the movies, dear.” Cordelia replied, not at all disturbed. If anything, myment gave her an


    idea. Her eyes lit up with the same mischievous light as grandmas, only Cordelia’s held traces of


    unearthly magic. “Summoning her spirit, however. That could be doable. I’d need to leave town to get


    the supplies…but I could have everything ready within a few days.”


    ‘It already sounds like a bad idea…do you really think this is the way to remove your magical block?’


    Asher’s gruff voice filled my head, keeping my thoughts from drifting as I pulled onto the highway,


    seeing Breyona’s car follow behind.


    I tried to keep my voice light, but I was nervous.


    ‘Afraid of a little ghost?’ I used what weak humor I had to break up the tension in my chest. ‘I honestly


    have no clue, but getting first hand answers is something I can’t pass up…if she even answers.


    Cordelia described it as a supernatural phone call. After all this c**p, she better not put me on silent.’


    Through the bond that connected Asher and me, I could hear the muffled sound of a ringing cellphone.


    Asher cursed, ‘I’ve got to go, that’ll be Zeke and Mason. We’ve assembled a small group tob


    through parts of the surrounding mountains. Theres every chance the witches or vampires could be


    hiding up there.’


    ‘Keep me updated if you find anything.’ I replied.


    ‘Sure thing, beautiful.’


    Rather than turn around and head straight towards Asher like the mate- bond was telling me to do, I


    continued to the old house Cordelia and Rowena had been staying in. While Rowena got to know Holly


    and hopefully found a way through the shell of fear that kept her rooted in ce, Breyona and I nned


    to spend our day helping them move their belongings. There wasn’t time to furnish the new house, and


    it was faster to move what furniture there was rather than wait.


    I was surprised to see a small moving truck as I pulled into the driveway, and even more surprised


    when I saw a head of golden hair peaking above a stack of boxes. Breyona pulled up alongside the


    road and hopped out, following me up the porch to where Cassidy stood.


    “Oh, hey!” Her baby-blues lit up as she saw Breyona and I. She ced her hands in the back pockets


    of her frayed shorts and smiled. “I hope you both don’t mind. I got out ofcrosse practice early, so I


    figured I’d get a head start.”


    “I actually didn’t know you’d be here, but we wouldn’t mind the extra set of hands.” I told her truthfully,


    looking at Breyona who nodded.


    A look of understanding crossed her face, which only aided in confusing me.


    “Oh, Asher didn’t tell you? He must’ve gotten busy.” Cassidy snorted, shaking her head. As she


    grabbed two of the smaller boxes, Breyona and I followed suit, She grinned over her shoulder as we


    descended the porch steps and ced the boxes into the small truck. “He asked if I’de help you


    two out, make things go by faster. If you ask me, I think he just wanted more time with you.”


    The three of us got to work, hauling out the oak dining room table and pieces of the sectional. A few


    human men in a crappy pick-up truck passed by the three of us. I could instantly tell they were human


    because the driver mmed on his breaks and sent them squealing to a stop, all to gawk at Cassidy


    who carried a mahogany dresser down the stairs by herself.


    A couple of hours in we ordered a few pizzas and took a short break. The soreness in my muscles


    wasn’t entirely unpleasant and made me miss training even more. I made a mental note to start again


    as soon as I got the chance.


    “You’ll never guess who I ran into today.” I said to Cassidy, shoving a second dresser out of the front


    door, Next was the coffee table and entertainment stand, followed by the television that looked all too


    breakable.


    “Who? Oh no, wait. Let me guess. Brandon?”


    “Ugh, thankfully no.” I grimaced, “I’ll give you a hint. He’s five eleven but probably told you he’s around


    six two.”


    Cassidy’s eyes turned thoughtful for a split second before she rolled them in typical mean girl’s fashion.


    If it weren’t for her sunny personality, she would’ve made the perfect Regina George.


    “What does that tool want?” She lifted an eyebrow.


    “He actually gave me an exnation on why his girlfriend was calling him-or should I say ex-girlfriend.”


    “Ex-girlfriend?” She repeated, a manicured hand on her hip.


    “Still sleazy.” Breyona shouted over her shoulder, carrying a stack of boxes down the stairs and onto


    the trucks ramp.


    Cassidy nodded, “agreed, still sleazy.”


    “Apparently his ex-girlfriend is mated to his younger brother.” I borated, chuckling when Cassidy’s


    lips popped open.


    She cringed just a tad, “ouch…I’m not apologizing for breaking his nose, though. He could’ve easily


    chased after me to exin himself.”


    “What about his keyed motorcycle?” I asked, smiling as Breyona’s raucousughter sounded from


    inside the moving truck.


    Cassidy shrugged, “Fair, I’ll apologize for that. It is a really nice bike.”


    With how often we’d get distracted talking andughing with one another, we finished just as the sun


    dipped behind the tree line. Cassidy and Breyona agreed they’d take the moving truck to the new


    house and then drive back to get their cars, since Asher sent me a mind-link letting me know Giovanni


    had just gotten back into town.


    I found driving at night to be rxing, even though with these twists and turns it was near impossible to


    see more than ten feet in front of you. Since there weren’t any light posts, all I had to guide my way


    were the headlights of the car. The crisp breeze filtered in through the cracked window, carrying damp


    soil and pine trees.


    The shrill ringing of my cellphone filled the car, along with the harsh white glow from the screen lighting


    up. Tristan’s name and a blurry photograph I snapped of him at night shed on the screen. I let it go to


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    voicemail, thinking he was calling to tell me Giovanni had gotten back. When it rang a second time, and


    I felt a sharp tug in my gut, I knew something had happened.


    I cursed and reached for my phone where it sat in the passenger seat. The harsh light left splotches in


    my vision, but I managed to hit the little green answer button before the screen faded to ck.


    “The only thing–I will ever envy about you werewolves–is your ability to mind-link.” Tristan’s choppy but


    disappointed sigh filled the car, followed by the crackle of crappy service.


    “I’m d you’re having a good day.” I replied, “If you called to tell me Giovanni’s back, Asher beat you


    to it.”


    “Actually, I’m calling because—” His voice cut in and out, broken up by harsh static. “—nightmare.”


    “Nightmare?” I repeated, “Holly had a nightmare? About what?”


    “…Holly had a nightmare…dark…hard to see–“


    I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a dull throb in my temples as I tried to make out what the h**l


    he was saying. ncing down at my phone, I stared at the four bars until I had no choice but to look


    back up at the road. I was approaching the wee sign we had driven past on our way into town


    when Tristan’s voice came through even louder and more urgent.


    “…in the car…sign…ck boots…L-“


    My phone chimed, and I nced down in time to see the picture Tristan had sent me. It was one I had


    taken and sent Breyona when we first ventured to the capital of this pack. The town sign we had all


    passed, the one that read ‘Wee to the town of Pine ins.’


    “…man in ck boots…is going to make you c***h…”


    My head snapped up the moment his voice came through the phone, locked on a pair of eyes peering


    at me from beyond the windshield. That split second nce was all I had before I mmed into an


    invisible wall in the middle of the road. The sight of pale skin and expressionless eyes were thest


    things I saw before the tang of blood and the sharp sting of pain took over every sense I had.


    It wasn’t the ss digging into my face and eyes that hurt most. What hurt most was the bone


    shattering pain of impact, the whish as my neck cracked and my head lurched in the opposite


    direction. I knew the car was rolling when my ribcage cracked and groaned, shoved against the


    seatbelt repeatedly.


    I couldn’t breathe until the car skidded to a stop, sending sparks skittering across the ground from the


    metal roof skating along the asphalt. The blood coated, inky tendrils of my hair clung to my face and


    obscured my vision.


    ‘F**k, we need to get this ss out of our face. Our body is trying to heal with it in there.’ Maya snarled,


    but the sound ended with a whimper.


    I clenched my teeth and tried to reach the seatbelt buckle. When that failed, I tried to wriggle free. As a


    It was the distant crunching of ss that made me freeze.


    I turned my head to the shattered driver side window and spotted a pair of ck boots just twenty feet


    away.


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