Chapter 155
Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 155 – “Oh, these are good.” Cassidy’s moan sounded from
the kitchen, followed by Breyona’sughter.
I squinted against the early morning sun that peered through the c******s and padded down the hall,
catching snippets of their conversation the closer I neared.
“Aren’t they? You don’t know him, but the recipe belongs to a grumpy vamp named Tristan. It took me
days to figure out how to make them since he’d always grumble when I asked.”‘ The sizzle of
something cooking in a pan followed Breyona’s soprano and filled the air with something both sweet
and savory.
“Tristan knows how to cook?” I asked skeptically, leaning against the door jamb as both she-wolves
spotted me lurking.
Cassidy was perched on one of the ind stools eating a bowl of oatmeal and nibbling on a rolled-up
pancake, her strawberry blonde hair a halo around her shoulders.
“Oh, he does. Gio wasining about it a few days ago while cooking dinner. He said something
about Tristan making his family recipes better than his nonna.” Breyona scrunched her nose and turned
back to the omelet sizzling away on the pan. She said over her shoulder, “I can’t believe how nervous I
am to meet his family. Usually I don’t care so much what other people think of me, but I can’t seem not
to care.”
I nced down at the eggs simmering away and held back a frown. I’d have to sneak a bag of blood
and some sugary cereal when the two of them left. Not that there was anything wrong with the omelet,
but my appetite had been changing since bing Vampire Queen. The sudden chime of the doorbell
had me spinning around, but the figure standing beyond the frosted ss was distorted.
“Probably the newspaper boy.” Cassidy shrugged and scooped another spoonful of oatmeal into her
mouth.
“They’d be insane not to like you. You’re the total package.” I smirked at Breyona before crossing the
foyer to the front door.
“Of course, you’re right. How could I forget?” Herughter trickled into the foyer, along with her reply to
Cassidy. “You still get newspapers delivered around here?”
“Asher’s Dad tried to get rid of it a while ago. We have a website-even an app that broadcasts pack
news across the country, but some of the older members were totally against it. They liked the way
things were, so he kept it.” The warmth that Cassidy had for Asher’s family wasced within her every
word.
My stomach dropped when I opened the door and heard Cassidy ask, “Your old Alpha wouldn’t have
done the same, I’m assuming?”
Oh, this wasn’t good.
“Tyler would’ve done what he wanted, and lock anyone who disagreed in the nearest cell.” Breyona
replied, and I could hear the grimace in her voice.
Cassidy made a sound of disgust, “…sounds like a grade ‘A’ wolf right there.”
Herugh was as dry and brittle as my own when I snatched the newspaper off the porch and red
down at the bold printed headliner.
“Well, you can read all about it on the front page.” A snarl tore past my lips, making Breyona jump in a
way I would’ve thought were odd if I hadn’t been seeing red. Ignoring Cassidy’s widened eyes, I
pped the newspaper down on the counter between them.
It took several seconds for both to read and process not only the headline, but the two photos printed in
bright coloring–so vivid I felt like I were still there.
“…you need to get a hold of Asher…now.” Cassidy paled, dropping her spoon into her oatmeal. It was
quickly swallowed whole by the brown sugar and cinnamon flecked sludge.
“Even Asher can’t fix this…what’s done is done.” Breyona frowned and leaned against the counter.
“It’s not about him fixing it, it’s about L getting to him before he finds the wolves responsible and kills
them.” I could taste the urgency in her voice and forced myself not to panic. My resolve only faltered a
little when her sea-green eyes met mine, bright as they were honest. “You know he’ll use their deaths
to make a statement-and from what I do know, thest thing you want is a public e*******n.”
I narrowed my eyes at the perfectly timed photograph of myself and Clint Armstrong facing off against
one another, right at the scene of his son’s m****r. Breyona and Mason stood off to the side, both
glowering with fists clenched. My chin was angled upwards as I met his defiant stare, and even though
I was several feet shorter than him, there was something about the way I stood that felt more
threatening-or maybe it was just my confidence and over inted ego.
Either way, someone had taken a photo that morning and I wanted to know who. As for the second, I
had an inkling on the person responsible.
Seeing Tyler’s arm draped over my shoulder made my stomach clench, his bleached teeth and freshly
plucked eyebrows now grating where I’d once found them charming and irrevocably handsome.
It was his slender face and weasel-like nose that had me clenching my teeth, and not the way his eyes
strayed mid-photograph to check out the scantily dressed bartender nearby. Chelsea’s arm was linked
with my own, the smile on her face more like a sneer now that I was no longer blinded by shallow
poprity.
There was no need for me to read the contents of the article, the headings pieced the stories together
wlessly.
Tri-brid, seductress linked to the d***h of a young Alpha, tied to the yings of numerous wolves.
My eyes strayed from the five columns of tiny print that took up the entirety of the front page. No way in
h**l was I reading those. I was both hungry and murderous, and worried Maya would hunt the culprit
down themselves.
“Oh, Goddess.” Cassidy murmured, her eyebrows and forehead creased with disbelief. I heard as my
heart skipped a beat, and then another when she flipped her phone around and showed me the pack’s
app. In the same bold lettering, was the article that depicted me as some sort of temptress.
A headache throbbed at my temples, “…you’re right, I’ll try to mind link him.”
“Here, you look like you’re going to pass out…or b**n the city down looking for the a*****e that did this.”
Breyona’s slender lips tilted up at the corners as she handed me a blood bag.
“Don’t even worry about it…I do hope it tastes better than it smells, though.” Cassidy waved her hand
dismissively even though she watched me with interest brimming in her eyes.
I realized she was waiting for an answer, but my train of thought was stopped short when Breyona set a
box of cereal in front of me. It was sugary and fruity, everything I looked for in a breakfast. She caught
sight of my frown when I looked over at the omelet she made me forgotten on its te.
“You know what’s worse than cold eggs? Microwaved eggs.” Breyona’s lips were pursed as she
shuddered. She shrugged a single shoulder, “…besides we both know you don’t care what’s for
breakfast as long as you get your blood bag. Gio’s the same way.”
Ignoring the feel of Cassidy’s eyes on me, I emptied the blood into a cup and sent my thoughts veering
down the mate-bond, where I was met with a wall of nothingness.
“He must still be asleep.” I told the two of them, my mind too clouded to notice the sugary cereal as it
hit my tongue. Unease apanied the food as it settled in my stomach. Where I slept like the d**d,
Asher would wake to the smallest of sounds.
Halfway through my second bowl the shrill chime of a cellphone sted from somewhere in the
kitchen. I made a mad grab for it once I realized it was mine and frowned at the name on the screen.
“‘Zeke, tell me this bad feeling I’m having nothing to do with you and Asher.” I skipped the pleasantries
and got down to business, but each second it took him to answer solidified the truth.
“The bad feeling you’re having has nothing to do with me…and everything to do with Asher.” He
blurted, stumbling over his words. It took me a few seconds to realize it was worry that filled his voice.
“I’m only telling you this because I love you like a little sister and because I’m more afraid of you than I
am of him…but you need toe get him before he kills Clint Armstong.”
“Zeke, where are you?”
“His office.” Zeke’s voice was gritty with emotion, but my thoughts were racing too fast to dissect them
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all. “Armstrong decided to hand deliver him todays paper. You’re the only one that can get through to
him. I tried and he threatened me. So, when you get him calmed down again, let him know I’ll be
expecting my apology in writing. I’ll text you the address, but you need to get here fast before he–.”
The call ended abruptly, but Cassidy was already on her feet with the car keys in hand.
“Don’t bother waiting for the address, I know where his office is. It’s the same building his dad’s is in.”
Her smile was reassuring even though the paleplexion of her face told me she heard every word
and knew how precious our seconds were.
“Gio and I were going to leave in a couple hours, but I can’t just leave you to deal with this by yourself.”
Breyona frowned, her eyes darting between the two of us.
“Go to Giovanni and when I mind-link you tonight, I’ll be expecting a detailed summary. Got it? Take
advantage of the chaos and slip out of the pack unnoticed. I’m sure there will be wolves watching us
after this.” I’m sure my stern expression was flimsy at best, but it was enough to reassure her that we’d
survive on our own.
“Only if you give me one. I’d like to hear what Asher does to that foul-mouthed Judge.” Her face
contorted into a grimace, and for a split second her eyes deepened past their natural mocha brown into
something darker. It was that, paired with the coldness in her voice which sent a chill racing down my
spine.
“Deal.” I nodded slowly, scanning her eyes for any trace of that strange darkness.
When I came up empty handed, and found myself staring into the unchanged eyes of my best-friend.
Left with only the memory and fading chill of darkness, I couldn’t help but wonder if it had ever existed
at all.
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