Chapter 167
Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 167 – Many hit the trees, rocks, and earth, but even more hit
the Vampire’s that stalked us, wrapping around their limbs, and tightening their grip much like a snake
would. It was both beautiful and deadly, watching them pierce their skin, seeing the looks of
apprehension and confusion as they realized I was capable of so much more than their previous ruler.
“L, remember you don’t want to k**l them.” I heard Tristan murmur, barely registering the sound of
his voice over the roar in my ears. His hand ghosted across my shoulder in a gesture meant to soothe
me, but all it did was break the haze the addictive power I wielded had over me.
The tendrils of shadow that had been tightening around their throats, turning their faces various shades
of ck and blue, loosened just enough to allow them air.
Rather than show my emotions and express the ripple of doubt and regret that passed through me, I
steeled my spine and faced them the way a true Queen would.
“You have all made a grave mistakeing here tonight.” I assured them, looking each one in the face
from where they hovered several feet above the ground, wrapped almost entirely in darkness and
shadow. “K*****g all of you is well within my power, and well within my rights, but I vowed long ago that
I would be a different kind of ruler. Tell me, (why) have youe here and where is Lars?”
With eyes of varying shapes and colors, each Vampire stared at me. Two of the males, both Hispanic
with heads of curly hair spat at my feet, while the other three remained silent. The only female of the
bunch, the one nimble enough to evade my first a****k, snarled freely.
“You are not their Queen, Luna L.” A voice both masculine and feminine said, pulsating from deeper
within the forest, like an echo that rippled and spread across the earth. “Their true ruler resides within
the Land of the D**d. For now, anyway.”
Tristan sank into a crouch beside me, all too easily snapping out of his surprise.
I saw his face first, pale and covered in dark veins as his nk eyes stared at me through the night.
The way he moved, hobbling as he pushed past the bushes and hanging foliage, unflinching even with
the knife protruding just below his left eye, struck a chord deep within me.
His arms and legs moved as though they were heavier than the rest of him and dredged up a
seemingly unimportant memory from my childhood.
Back when Mom and I had gotten along, she’d taken me to one of those puppets shows kids seem to
love. I remembered all of the other children enraptured with the little dolls, ignoring the wires that
controlled their limbs and jaws, ignoring the puppet master behind the curtain, directing their every
move.
“You’re not Lars.” I stated, taking a step to the left as I began circling him, keeping my movements slow
and steady.
Tristan’s apprehension was practically tangible in the air between us, which I promptly ignored. The pull
in my gut told me keeping my cool and feigning this indestructible confidence was the right move. Both
my Vampire protector and Cassidy stuck by my side, watching the corpse I spoke to and my back
incase any new intruders wanted to make an appearance.
I lifted my chin ever so slightly and spoke in a voice free of fear or doubt. It was one I only partially
recognized. “Who’s pulling your strings, puppet?”
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Lars’s lips split as they widened, dragged across his face in a grin that made the dark veins along his
cheeks bulge sickeningly. Hisughter was wet from the substance that coated his teeth, much thicker
than blood even though it carried a simr scent. Hisugh sounded both male and female, like two
voicesyered over one another. One belonged to a cocky biker, the other a woman.
“Where’s the fun in asking a question you already know the answer to?” He mused, his body
ufortably still and his eyes unblinking. “Such incredible power, yet youck the wits to put it to
proper use.”
Anger swirled in my chest, threatening to melt the ice that held the six Vampire’s in ce. Another gut
feeling told me that if I lost my cool, I’d also lose control of whatever magic it was that gave me power
over the shadows.
His words chased themselves in my mind, only it was the voice of the woman I heard. Round and
round they went, staining my thoughts a bright shade of crimson and bringing the scent of fresh blood
to my nose.
“You’re the blood-witch.”
Lars’s grin remained rooted in ce, a b****y g**h across the lower half of his face. “Well would you
look at that, you’re not entirely hopeless.”
“Why have youe here?” It was Tristan that sent the question hurling in her direction. “Why
orchestrate this a****k?”
“Why? To speak with L here, of course. I had to wait until that mate of hers left, but he’s a bit busy
handling a mess I made. Not to worry, he’ll make it unscathed… for the most part.”
I shifted from foot to foot, feeling the icy magic I was somehow using sapping my strength. Slowly, the
shadows were bing restless, frustrated that I’d confined and enved them. Lars’s grin widened
ever so slightly, as though the witch controlling him could feel my hold slipping.
“You went through all this trouble to speak with me?”‘ I scoffed, my expression giving nothing away.
“I went through all of this trouble to warn you.” She corrected. “Your failure is inevitable. It’s been
written into our history for longer than even I can remember. For centuries young witches have read the
prophecies foretelling the unification of Witches and Vampire’s, and it all begins with you. Your d***h
will be the beginning of a new world order and will ultimately mark the end of the Werewolf species.”
It didn’t matter if what she was saying was true, or that it frightened me to my very core. What was
important was this pack and the Vampire’s I swore I’d protect. Even the ones suspended in mid air,
watching our conversation with conflicted eyes, were important. As I always had in the past, I let my
stubbornness win out and spoke without a l**k ofmon sense.
“You expect me to believe that?” I raised an eyebrow, nodding up at the six Vampire’s I currently had
trapped. “If I’m capable of this, I wonder what else I can do. You won’t win, I promise you that much,
and we will not go peacefully. Try and k**l us all, I dare you. I’ll personally make sure that every single
witch dies along with us, including you.”
“You would’ve made a decent Queen, and an even better High Priestess. Perhaps if there is anything
left of your soul, you’ll choose to be reincarnated.” She mused, the grittiness of Lars’s voice meshing
with the silkiness of hers. “I suppose it’s time I take my leave, those dimwitted warriors of yours have
finally snuffed out the presence of these here Vampire’s. Speaking of which, they cannot be allowed to
live, unfortunately. I do hope you put their blood to good use though, considering I can’t while in this
body. Oh, before I leave …do give my daughter my highest regards.”
“NO!”‘ Tristan bellowed and lunged at Lars, both of using to the same realization at the same time.
Lars shed a hand horizontally across his throat, and the throats of the six Vampire’s suspended in
mid-air were slit, raining crimson blood on the four of us.
The rotted, dposed corpse that had once been Lars fell to the ground, lifeless once more.
Instantly, my hold over the shadows snapped. They scattered into mist, vanishing within the darkest
parts of the forest as they fled. All six of the Vampire’s fell to the ground, and I was nearly crushed by
one as I rushed to their sides.
It was Tristan that pulled me out of the way.
I fell to my knee’s, barely registering the moisture within the soil seeping into my jeans. The heavy
drumbeat of my heart rattled against my ribcage, ratcheting my adrenaline higher and higher with every
pair of glossy, lifeless eyes I stared into.
They were helping her, and she k****d them, sacrificed like their lives were nothing-like their families
were nothing.
A garbled, wet breath pulled me out of my stupor and towards the trembling form of one of the
Vampire’s. The lithe female that had darted out of the way during my first a****k, she was curled up in
the grass, her hands wing at her shed throat.
“Tristan!” I called out, scrambling to her side. The blonde-haired Vampire knelt beside me, wrenching
her hands away and forcing her down when she tried to tear my face off with her stiletto nails. I stared
down at her, at eyes the same shade of brown as Sean’s. “Stop trying to k**l me. Only one of us is
d***g, and it isn’t me. You’ll have another chance (after) we save your life.”
Her mouth opened, revealing blood-stained teeth and a sparkly tongue ring.
‘Luna L, we’re nearby! We caught the scent of six Vampire’s and followed once we realized they
were tailing you. We have the witches with us, they’re going to help!’ One of the many warriors on
patrol tonight said through the mind-link, followed by countless others, all jumbling into one mess I
couldn’t even begin to sort through.
‘Hurry.’ I told him, increasing my pressure on the Vampire girl’s throat whilst sending every bit of my
urgency through the mind-link.
I counted the seconds it took until they burst through the forest in a sea of fur and teeth, repeating the
same n over and over in my head.
We would save her life, and after she was stable and thoroughly questioned, I nned on asking
Cordelia exactly why that security spell of hers hadn’t worked.