Chapter 140
Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 140 – I didn’t have long to ept the fact that I’d just spoken
to my d**d mother’s spirit because we were on our way to find my grandmother, whose uncovered
heritage I was also trying to process. Bright spot, grandma was with the rest of the town at the bake
sale hosted in Carson’s memory.
The n was to grab Grandma and head back to the house to get the blood we needed. Cordelia had
every other ingredient on the list and was surprised that the spell itself was a simple reversal spell.
What made itplex was the final ingredient, grandma’s blood.
Rowena was right, bake sales had a different meaning around these parts because what I had in mind
involved perky PTA members with tes of store-bought chocte chip cookies and children with fists
clenched full of old ones and quarters.
What I hadn’t expected to see was every sorority and fraternity milling around outside, hanging out in
clusters of ten or fifteen. All of them shouting over one another, yet the conversation seemed to be
flowing. I was pleasantly surprised to see fists clenched full of ones and quarters, but instead of eager
children it was excited frat boys.
You could tell who belonged to who because of the matching clothing and face paint. Chi Omega made
sparkly tank-tops with Carson’s face on the front and theirst names on the back, which also
happened to match Kappa Sigma’s football jerseys. Delta Sigma had on crop tops, only Carson’s face
was on the back instead of the front.
Therger sororities and fraternities upied the houses around the University, forming arge U
shape. The smaller ones were a couple blocks away. For nearly a mile college students could be seen
walking down the street, all trickling towards the center of town.
“Wow, they really do use every excuse to party.” Breyona said, her voice full of wonder and disbelief.
She had her face close to the window and was watching some of the students intently. One of the
sororities were positing for pictures just outside of their house. They lined the porch and steps, shifting
into a quirky pose as though they’d done this a thousand times before. Once the camera was put away,
drinks were passed around.
We passed a photo of Carson that had been ced on a little wire stand and stuck into the ground
when Breyona asked, “…how are Carson’s parents doing?”
Asher nced up at the rearview mirror and said, “I gave them ess to the jet to fly out and see
some family. They’ll be flying back for her memorial. From there I’m not sure what they’ll do. I gave
them permission to transfer packs if it’s what they wish.”
The roads that circled the center of town were blocked off for today, which meant the closest parking
spaces were a ten-minute walk away. Asher pulled the car up to the ‘road closed’ sign and got out. He
sauntered up to the parked police car ten feet away and leaned down to speak through the open
window.
His hand rested on the roof of the car, giving me a clear view of his biceps and toned abs. The shirt he
wore was tight in all the right ces, including his broad shoulders. His lips curved up in a grin as he
talked to the officer, shing him a smile that was all teeth beforeing back to the car.
The officer stepped out of his car and moved the barrier to the side, giving us ess to the road.
“Using your Alpha status to get us premium parking.” Breyona grinned, sounding just a tad jealous. “I
like it, let’s go!”
It wasn’t hard maneuvering our way through the growing crowd of college students, parents, and sugar
crazed children. They parted for the three of us like we were royalty – or like we carried some sort of
contagion.
Canopy tents of various colors sat all around campus square. Along the pathways and beside the
fountains, even in between the hedges of blossoming flowers. stic tables sat beneath them, each
one loaded with baked goods. Refrigerators had been hauled in by trucks earlier in the morning, which
really drove Rowena’s point home.
I spotted grandma and ire manning avender colored tent with the words, ‘magical desserts’
printed in cursive along the top. The two of them were swamped by people, their tables so crowded
that I wondered how they had anything left at all.
Asher didn’t budge as I tugged him towards grandma’s tent. His eyes were narrowed, locked on
Brandon who was leaning against the pole of mint green tent, talking to Cassidy.
“I’m going to talk to grandma.” I told him, giving his hand a soft squeeze before letting go.
“I’ll be right there.” His eyes flitted down to me and some of the tension within them faded.
As Breyona and I headed to grandma’s tent, I nced back to see him talking to Brandon, and caught
ra’s name as it left his lips.
“Oh thank the Goddess you’re here. Can you two man the booth with your grandma while I run to the
fridge and grab some more pastries?” She asked. The bun she hastily put her hair into was falling out,
forcing her to brush the hairs away from her face every couple seconds.
“Sure thing, we’ve got this.” I nodded, waving to grandma as I rounded the tables with Breyona in tow.
I was aware there were dozens of eyes on me, but that didn’t stop me from grinning stupidly when
ire marched up to two jocks in football gear and said, “you and you,e help me carry these
pastries before my son spots you gawking at his mate.”
Both gave me onest look and followed ire, who told them to keep up and pull their weight.
I turned towards grandma and watched as she greeted a group of sorority girls, a kind smile on her
face as she showed them her inventory. The truth was right there on my tongue, but when she turned
and weed me it wasn’t the truth that came out.
“You stayed up all night stress baking didn’t you?” I smirked, since it was a lot easier to fake than a
smile.
“Hush and stop bullying the elderly.” She scolded me, which made Breyona snicker.
I got to work, greeting people as they approached since there was no clear line forming. Just a sea of
people that inched closer as we sent others on their way. Helping collect money and pass out bundles
of cookies or brownies gave me the chance to talk to the townspeople, to get to know the people Asher
and I were trying to protect.
From a distance, I spotted Asher. I’d never be able to miss him, not with how easily he towered over
everyone, exuding an aura of intimidation. Cassidy was talking to Asher, but Brandon was no where in
sight. I nced at Asher and then Cassidy’s smiling face before scanning the crowd for his brother.
Brandon was slippery enough, and I trusted Asher not toy into him on today of all days.
“You want me to go over there and break that up?” Breyona lowered her voice, but it was clear who she
was talking about.
Iughed and shook my head, while Maya gave an exuberant, “yes!”
“I knew having a mate would be all intense, but I never knew how jealous it would make me.” She
teased, using a set of tongs to ce a few chocte chip cookies in a to-go bag.
The crowd was dwindling enough to where we had a handful of seconds in between customers to drink
and restock the tables. Breyona and grandma were helping an elderly couple with arge order when I
heard a sour voice that instantly put Maya on defense.
“You wouldn’t happen to know where Carson’s parents are, would you?” Devin Armstrong, the a*****e
who tried to pick a fight with me the night of Carson’s d***h stood at the edge of the table. Perhaps in
another life he would’ve been considered attractive, but his bad attitude contorted his face into a
permanent sneer. “Or did you k**l them too? Tying up loose ends, am I right?”
It wasn’t everyday a Luna was disrespected outright, so it took me longer than I’d admit to form a
coherent response. It took even longer to convince Maya that tearing his throat out wouldn’t win us any
awards.
“You know they went to see family, stop ying dumb.” Asher’s cousin snapped in a voice full of poison
as she approached grandma’s booth. The chunky green stripe in her hair looked radioactive bright in
the sun. She smiled sweetly when grandma greeted her and held out a twenty in her hand. “Can I get
one of them brownies for my girl, and I’ll take two of your brown sugar cookies.”
Grandma grabbed what she needed and handed her thevender paper bag. Alex pocketed her
change and nced at Devin onest time, “Luna trumps the son of a judge, just saying.”
Devin’s face contorted in anger, which wasn’t all that different from his ‘it’s Tuesday’ face.
“F**k you.” He spat.
“Not even if you begged.” Alex tossed over her shoulder,ughing silkily as she joined a curvy she-wolf
on one of the park benches.
“Are you done trying to cause trouble?” I asked him, knowing well that he hadn’te here to support
Carson’s family like everyone else.
His beady eyes narrowed, “don’t getfortable, I’m not the only one who sees your kind for what they
are…”
“And what’s that? By all means, share with the ss.” His d***h-re paled inparison to
Breyona’s, who even made Zeke stop in his tracks. “Just another p***k with rich parents.”
Grandma finished up with another round of customers and walked over just as Devin was gearing up
for a hasty retreat. I could see the fire leave his eyes the more the crowd turned their attention on him.
He was the center of attention, but not in the way he anticipated.
“Watch out, old woman. That she-wolf’s a k****r.” He snarled, desperate to get thest word in before
rushing off in a huff.
“Oh, p**s off.” Grandma tossed over her shoulder, tugging Breyona and I to the next wave of customers
as the sound of Devin’s stomps faded in the distance.
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Fifteen minutester ire returned with Asher and Cassidy in tow. The two frat boys set their tters
of desserts down where ire directed and high-tailed it in the other direction, their faces pale, and
eyes on Asher.
“Grandma, we need your help with something back home…it has to do with the binding spell on my
magic. Would you mind leaving early?” I asked, biting back the words before I blurted them out in front
of everybody.
“Go ahead and help them, I’ve got some extra handsing.” ire reassured her, a grateful smile
lighting up her face. “I can’t thank you enough for all the work you did today.”
“Nonsense, as my grandchildren like to remind me, I have a problem with stress baking.” Grandma
grinned and wound her arm through mine. “Now what magic binding spell would call for an old
werewolf?”
I was saved from answering when Cassidy’s squeal filled the air.
“I should’ve figured you were here!” Cassidy beamed when she spotted Breyona and me. Her golden
locks were twisted into a messy bun that looked purposefully perfect, and her smile was perfectly white.
It faltered when she noticed us packing up, “Oh, are you leaving already? I’ll walk you to your car, I
actually wanted to talk to you about training.”
As we walked, grandma and Asher ended up taking the lead a few feet in front of us. I could hear her
talking to him and caught her saying, “…you know she’ll be pissed at you if you k**l the judge’s son.”
“Have you thought about when you’ll start training? All of the students are eager to see what you’ve
got-honestly, I’m a bit curious too.” Cassidy smiled sheepishly.
“I’ve been wanting to get back into training. Even though I can’t shift, it’s a nice energy outlet.” Breyona
replied, not at all opposed to the idea.
I thought about it for a few moments. My schedule was already hectic, but Breyona was right. We had
enough stress in our lives to not take advantage of every healthy outlet avable.
“How about we start tomorrow?” I asked her.
“I can’t wait!” Cassidy cheered but paused mid-celebration when a couple girls called her name. She
held a finger up and turned to Breyona and me. “I’ll text you both the time and location of the ss. See
you tomorrow!”
Asher and grandma were already at the car, engrossed in a conversation. I didn’t have the chance to
eavesdrop because a masculine voice called out my name.
“Hey, Luna L!” Lar’s jogged up to us, his messy hair even more windblown when he finally came to a
stop. He was wearing his usual leather jacket t-shirtbo and gave Breyona a look that instantly
made her eyes narrow. “Saw you talking with Cassidy, but then I noticed your friend here.”
“Her friend here has a mate.” Breyona replied dryly, pointing to the mark on her neck that was exposed
by the off-shoulder design of her top.
“Honest mistake.” He raised his hands in surrender, not at all fazed by Breyona’s re.
“Was there something you needed, Lars?” I asked him, wondering why he tracked me down when
we’ve barely spoken more than fifteen words to each other. I had gotten to know him well enough at the
coffee shop and wasn’t interested in his idea of friendship.
“Yeah, actually. Some friends of mine are throwing a party this weekend for summer break. Goal is to
make it the biggest of the year, bigger than Devin’s twenty-first at his dad’ske house.”‘ Lar’s rolled his
eyes, “…if I got the Alpha and Luna to show, everyone in the pack would be fighting for an invite.”
I was going to answer him, but then I nced down.
The world around me spun until the sun faded and the clouds vanished. The scent of pastries faded,
reced with that of wet soil and grass. Stars speckled the sky, and the University courtyard melted
into a winding backroad surrounded by dense pine trees.
A pair of scuffed ck boots was thest thing I saw before pain and darkness had imed me-the
same ck boots Lar’s was wearing.
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