Chapter 192
Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 192
Asher grew still in his seat, chiseled from stone as he stared at ra with a nk expression on his
face. “How do you know this?”
“They probably promised him power in exchange for his help, and like the dumbass he is, he
epted.” Zeke muttered under his breath. “They were probably going to k**l him off once they got
what they wanted.”
“Yeah. Me.” I swallowed, ncing at him. “They would’ve used my magic, I’m sure of it.”
“When you two were fighting, he had a witch using magic on you. I sent Mason off to find her, but he
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didn’t have any luck. Chances are she was being protected and whoever was doing the protecting
pulled her out the minute you won, which shouldn’t have happened, by the way.” ra replied to
Asher’s question, leaning back in her chair.
I swallowed the knot of unease in my stomach at the thought of Asher losing. “What do you mean it
shouldn’t have happened?”
ra looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Your mate should be d**d, but he isn’t and I don’t know
why.”
“What-” Zeke sputtered, his eyes going wide. “What do you mean he should be d**d? I’ve seen Alpha
Bran fight dozens of times, there’s no way he should’ve been able to beat him. There isn’t a single
Alpha that can one up Asher. H**l, even I only stand a couple minutes against him before I tap out.”
“The magic that witch was working should’ve weakened him until he couldn’t fight anymore. At that
point, I assume Alpha Bran would’ve y’know…ended things.” ra winced, her eyes flickering to where
I sat.
I felt a rumbling in my chest and realized I’d been growling. Both Maya and I hated the thought of that
a*****e using magic against an Alpha he challenged himself. Not only was it disrespectful, but cheating
like that was grounds for an immediate disqualification. Alsomonly referred to as an e*******n.
ra held up her hands in an act of surrender, “Look, if I had the power, I would’ve stopped the b***h.
If Mason had gotten his ws on her, I would’ve zapped her into next week. That being said, the
witches magic didn’t work on Asher. If it had, he’d be d**d.”
“No one’s ming you. Alpha Bran was known for being a coward. I think it’s just a bit shocking he
stooped as low as working with the witches.” Mason said quietly, his words directed to ra.
If I’d been paying more attention to Mason rather than what ra had said, I would’ve noticed the way
his tone softened when he spoke to her and how there was an obviousck of hostility in his voice that
hadn’t been there before.
“Her magic didn’t work on Asher?” I blurted the question out loud, not expecting any sort of response.
“Sure, didn’t. Alpha Bran seemed surprised at that fact.” She replied.
Zeke chimed in, “That’s why he looked so d**n shell-shocked?” He chuckled. “I thought it was because
Asher had just put him on his a*s.”
“I’m sure he wasn’t too happy about that part, but that wasn’t why he looked like his eyes were gonna
pop out of his head. No, someone used magic on your mate and that’s what kept him safe from Alpha
Bran’s witchy ally.” ra nodded, her tone confident. Clearly, she’d thought this through and after
analyzing each and every alternative, the only answer she coulde up with is that someone else
had protected Asher.
Oh.
Suddenly, all eyes were on me. Even Mason had stopped mid-sentence to tilt his head and peer at me
curiously. ra shifted in her seat, leaning forward.
“Now, my intuition ain’t that great, but if I didn’t know any better, you look like you just figured
something out.” She said pointedly, tapping one of her manicured nails on the surface of the table.
“So, uh-I kinda, sorta did a protection spell on you.” I cringed at the sound of my own voice, and waited
for Asher’s reaction.
He tilted his head, and if I didn’t know any better, I swore he looked almost… impressed?
“You put a protection spell on me?” He repeated.
I nodded, nibbling on my lower lip as I fought the urge to look away. A quick nce around the room
told me how everyone was feeling, but there was one face I purposefully skipped over. ra looked at
me like she couldn’t tell if I were a genius or an idiot, while Mason and Zeke had identical looks of
surprise.
ra narrowed her eyes, skewering me with shards of amber. “When exactly did you do this protection
spell?”
“The same day he left, I think.” I cleared my throat. “Maybe the day after.”
“You don’t remember when you did the spell?” She asked, her voice oozing with skepticism.
“Look, I-” I began, but Tristan’s brittleughter cut me off.
“A sleepover, huh?” He said, his incredulous expression making me want tough and apologize all at
once. It was the most expression I’d ever seen him disy. His eyebrows were lifted and baby blues
piercing as they stared me down. His lips were ttened into a thin line, that amplified the harshness of
his jaw and cheekbones. “Boy talk, pillow fights, and sappy romance movies, right? You just
conveniently left out the witchcraft part. Was it Holly’s idea to help or did you recruit her?”
Biting my tongue, I replied with only a small hint of sass. “Does it really matter? What’s done is done,
and Asher’s well and alive because of it. As far as I’m concerned, it’s a win. Who knows what would’ve
happened if we hadn’t done it.”
“I can tell you what would’ve happened…” ra muttered, her eyes darkening.
Tristan scowled, and somehow I had the feeling my response was the answer he was looking for. He
huffed, “I should’ve figured she’d offer her help. She’s just as much trouble as you are, she’s just better
at hiding it.”
“I could hide it if I wanted to.” I shot back.
He snorted, his lips twitching as he fought a smirk. “I don’t believe you in the slightest. Tell me, what did
your witchy trainers have to say about this?”
I opened my mouth to respond before remembering neither Cordelia or Rowena knew about the
protection spell. At the time, I knew they’d only try to stop me. Going behind their backs was a
necessary measure considering it had saved Asher’s life in the end.
The pale tones in Tristan’s eyes darkened as he stared me down. I refused to squirm under his gaze.
After all, I was the Queen here, not him. Even if the image was amusing to conjure up.
“They don’t know, do they?” He grunted, swiping a hand down his face.
“I got the spell from one of Cordelia’s books, and I got the book from using Conjuration, I just didn’t
know it at the time.” I confessed, turning to Asher who had remained neutral throughout all of this.
“Look, I don’t regret what I did, especially knowing it kept you from being k****d by Alpha Bran. I cant
even imagine what would’ve be of this pack with him in charge. I shouldn’t have used magic on
you without your consent, just like I shouldn’t have gone behind Rowena and Cordelia’s backs. I n
on returning her spell book today along with telling her the truth.”
“I assume you’ll ask her what the risks were in casting a spell like this.” Tristan murmured, his tone
softening.
Zeke frowned, “Maybe that’s what made Asher go all feral.”
It would’ve been an easy answer, but something about it felt wrong. How would a protection spell cause
someone’s wolf to go insane? The math just wasn’t adding up. Judging from ra’s crinkled nose and
down-turned lips, I’d say she agreed with me.
“Somethings telling me that’s not what caused it, but it still wouldn’t hurt to ask.” I replied, then looked
towards my stoic mate. “How do you feel about all of this?”
As his warm eyes settled on mine, swirling with hints of gold that told me his wolf was nearby, he
opened the bond between us and let me into his head. There was no me within his thoughts, all of
which were neatly organized where mine was a straight cluster-f**k of madness. He’d already moved
on from the surprise of learning about the protection spell, and was sorting through different theories he
had surrounding my newly discovered magic.
His smile was soft and intimate, an expression anyone else would overlook. “You did what you thought
was right at the time and it paid off. I think returning the book and getting Cordelia’s advice is a sound
idea. Perhaps there’s more you can ask her.”
When his eyes drifted to my family tomb, which was still sitting on the table, I realized he might be onto
something.
“You think she might know something about Conjuration?”
Asher half-shrugged, “It couldn’t hurt to ask.”
With my eyes still on the book, I hummed. “No, no it couldn’t.”
I looked around the room, at the people who surrounded me, the emotions that were carved across the
canvas of their faces. Each one had their own stake in this, their own fears and hopes when this battle
finally came to its head. I couldn’t afford to be afraid any longer. Fear wouldn’t help me master my
magic, nor would it help me defeat the blood witch. I swiped the book from the table and stood,
straightening my spine as I inhaled sharply. “Well, I guess I know what I’m doing today.”