Alpha Asher and Lola novel Chapter 133

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 133 – I’d never been on a plane before, much less a private jet that could easily double as an apartment if you ever found yourself without somewhere to live. I shuddered at the thought of being on a flight long enough to make use of the walk-in shower and king-sized bed in the back of the plane.

The only positive things about this flight were the tiny bottles of liquor that chased away my gnawing worry, cuddling up to Asher for the next hour, and the fact that there were no shadows forty thousand feet in the air. Everything else-down to the turbulence and the pitch-black sky, I absolutely hated.

“Asher might be alright with waiting until this plane lands to ask what the h**l happened, but I’m not. Give us the details, starting why you’re dressed like a movie star and this one… isn’t dressed.” Zeke leaned in; his hands clasped tightly together. I didn’t miss the way his eyebrows were creased, or the way the vein in his neck stuck out.

Asher rolled his eyes, “you didn’t give me the chance to ask.”

“Sorry, but you were taking too long.” He replied, glancing around the plane with that same look of unease on his face. I found it curious that an Alpha would fear plane crashes, but I wasn’t going to tease him for it. We all feared something. “I need a distraction before I spend the rest of this hour tweaking.”

“I’m ‘not dressed’ because I’m a performer at a club-well, I was a performer…” Clara explained, giving me and Brandon long looks that let everyone know we were responsible for her sudden resignation. She turned her attention to Asher, “…until your mate decided to beat up two bouncers and storm the employees only area to hunt me down.”

“You should have seen the looks on their faces when she threw that pitcher of beer-” Brandon began, ready to shovel a handful of chips into his mouth when he paused. Asher was glaring daggers at his brother, his eyes pitch black, and arm draped protectively over my shoulders. “Anyway, we would’ve been back sooner rather than later if it weren’t for the creepy sister witches.”

“Creepy sister witches?” Zeke repeated, just a flicker of fear in the Alphas eyes.

“Yup. One threw fireballs and the other made the ground crack open.” Brandon nodded, mimicking throwing a fireball only it was a sour cream and onion potato chip.

“So what you’re saying is not only did you put Lola’s life at risk once by kidnapping her from the scene of an accident rather than taking her to the hospital, but you also put it at risk numerous times afterwards, and for what?” Asher’s voice was as flat as the lack of color in his eyes, so dark that his pupils had vanished. He swiveled his eyes to Clara, who paled. ” What was your reason for taking Lola this far away from pack boundaries, knowing there are people after her?”

“Woah, woah. Technically, I saved her life twice-three times actually.” Brandon retorted. “First, I pulled her from that wreck and made sure she had a blood-bag. Then I let her nearly bleed me dry for a pack of demonic leeches, and I didn’t take off with the stolen car when she wanted to follow the creepy sister witches. Three times, brother. And I’m not even asking for a thank you.”

“You called on the shadows and followed the witches?” Asher frowned, not with anger but worry. He knew I’d always feel guilty for what happened to Mason’s mate and Breyona, and that I’d never again use them lightly.

“There was no other option. Those witches said someone was doing a tracking spell on me. They would’ve caught up to us eventually, then who knows where I’d be.” I shuddered, remembering all too well what it felt like to be imprisoned by my father, to have my every breath and move watched. “The shadows made us invisible, so they couldn’t see or hear me. One of the witches was on the phone, she said that the witch doing the tracking spell lost us. The other was pissed, started going off about how they’re locked up and never get to see any action, and how this mysterious leader of theirs sent out other witches instead of them…”

“Sent out?” Zeke repeated, “What does that mean?”

“It means there’s witches in our pack…hiding, blending in for goddess knows how long.”‘ I looked up at Asher, seeing the same hurricane of emotions in his eyes that raged within my own. “They said that these witches blend in better, that they’ll have everything set up for when “she’s” ready to slip past our boarders, and that once I realize she’s here, it’ll be too late for us all.”

“Oh-I knew they were planning something… I just didn’t know it was this big…” Clara swallowed, still nervous even though I alone kept Asher rooted in place. “…they must’ve been planning this for some time.”

“Explain.” Just that single word charged the small space between us with Clara’s fear and hesitation. Not once had I ever felt a shred of fear towards Asher, but I knew the affect he had on those around him.

Clara must’ve truly been desperate, because the found the strength to ask a question in return.

“How do I know you won’t k**l me as soon I tell you what I know?” She asked, doing a remarkable job at hiding the tremble in her voice.