Alpha Asher and Lola novel Chapter 157

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 157 – On the bright side, Asher was no longer snarling and frothing out the mouth. The only caveat was that my fickle magic hadn’t taken away the rest of his anger, because without an explanation or apology, he turned around and grabbed Clint by the shirt a second time.

The battered but slowly healing Judge was thrown to his knees just a few feet in front of me. Even though his face was a mottled and swollen mass of flesh, he managed to hold onto the air of superiority that clung to him. Its strength surpassed that of the scent of blood, and was stronger than the expensive cologne he wore, that even now I could smell.

“Apologize to your Luna.”

When Asher spoke his voice resembled the endless pit I had seen in his eyes, the very one I somehow chased away using magic. His hair wasn’t even disheveled from the fight–his heart rate barely elevated. His spine was made of pure steel, as rigid and unbreakable as his stance.

Clint Armstrong sucked in a deep, shaky breath and spat a wad of saliva and blood at my feet.

Before Maya could snarl in outrage, Asher moved. Without an ounce of hesitation he turned crushed his knee into Clint’s nose. I remained stoic even though the sound of Clint’s nose shattering made me want to cringe. Even when fresh blood splattered across the tops of my white shoes, I remembered my title and who I was to these people.

I’d always be a warrior–a protector, but the honor of being Luna came first. I couldn’t openly challenge Asher, not in this way and certainly not after Clint disrespected me so badly, but I couldn’t let him m****r the man either. No matter how inexcusable Clint’s actions were, he had just lost his only son.

“I’m sorry.” He said through gritted teeth stained red with blood, eyes glittering with hate.

The crimson liquid ran down his nose, which was now bent at an odd angle and lightly swollen.

“Mean it.” Asher snarled, glowering down at him. He bent down to Clint’s level and tilted his head when the older werewolf flinched. “…and use her title.”

I could feel Asher was nearing that dark place I had pulled him from and sent my thoughts careening into the middle-aged wolf’s mind. His pain was the soul-deep kind that came with losing a child, even though Cassidy let it slip he and Devin rarely spoke. Only when Devin needed something or had gotten himself into trouble did he call on his father-not that Clint minded since he was often busy with work.

There was nothing on my face that would give me away as I snarled at the man knelt before me, seconds away from what was becoming his e*******n.

‘For f***s sake, Clint. You can’t get vengeance or whatever it is you’re after if you’re d**d. You went to Law school, which means you’re most likely a good liar. Just apologize and mean it before he kills you.’

Clint took a staggering breath and let out a nasty cough. The whites of his eyes were tinted red from his blood. They were wide with fear, absent of the hate and rage that had previously poured from their depths.

“I’m-I’m sorry, Luna…what I did was inexcusable. My son…” He stammered; his voice gritty with emotion. “I was so angry and upset…I–I should’ve never spread those lies about you.”

Oh, he was good.

If it weren’t for the persistent feeling in my gut, I would’ve never known he were lying.

Asher stared at him for a long moment, and finally acting on that sense of self-preservation, Clint avoided making eye contact.

“It’s you he disrespected, and it’s you who should decide his fate.” He said, eyes swiveling to my face. They were a warm chocolate brown, which wasn’t close enough to his honey shade to ease my worries over a spontaneous decision to k**l Clint.

I kept my stare pinned on Clint’s slowly healing face, counting the seconds as his bruises faded from purple to yellow.

Without another word to the man who caused irreparable damage by feeding the media a false story, or my stoic mate who could taste every fiber of my anger and matched it with his own, I turned on my heel and walked in the direction of the porch steps.

A near silent but relieved sigh sounded from Clint’s direction.

‘We need to talk.’ I forced my way into Asher’s head, fueled by rage and what could’ve easily been a pinch of magic. There was no keeping my voice calm as I shoved the words into the deepest recesses of his thoughts. ‘Now.’

I didn’t break my stride as I climbed the stairs and nodded at a stone-faced Zeke.

The thump of his feet hitting the stairs could be heard before he called out to the small crowd. “Alright, everybody. You’re all free to go, enjoy the next three days off.”

The last thing I saw before calmly pulling open the back door to Town Hall was Zeke slinging a partially unconscious Judge over his shoulder.

If I had waited for Asher to follow instead of using his scent trail to locate his office, I would’ve never been able to keep myself from spewing all the things churning in my mind.