Alpha Asher and Lola novel Chapter 103

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 103 – I had promised myself I’d go through those files as soon as we made it back to the house, but the moment I curled up into the warmth of Asher’s teenage bed, my looming exhaustion swallowed me whole.

“What happened to those important files?” He asked, his voice gravely.

“This is the seventh three a.m. call in a month. ” I grumbled when Asher began to move me, his muscular arms forming a cage around my torso. His eyes dripped honey and were hooded as he watched me, “As Luna and Vampire Queen, I declare that just this once, we’re going back to sleep.”

His reply fell on deaf ears, because my eyes had already closed, and my mind plunged into darkness.

The last few weeks, my sleeping moments were plagued with strange dreams. Much different than Holly’s nightmares, which tore her from sleep with screams of mania, these dreams were bursts of color and sound. Jumbled images that burned into one another, leaving me breathless and confused as I woke up each morning.

I wasn’t sure what it meant, but deep in the recesses of my mind—buried in the hollows of my heart and the grooves of my ribcage, it felt like something was waking up.

When I awoke that morning, finding Asher still peacefully asleep, I made my way downstairs. The stairs were silent beneath my feet, unlike the constant creak in my childhood home.

‘Someone’s making breakfast?’ Maya inquired, her ears perking as our mouth salivated. I could hear the snap and crackle of bacon hitting the frying pan as I padded down the stairs.

‘Ugh, what if it’s Brandon?’ I grunted, coming to a halt.

‘We can use the pan to knock him out, then take his food.’ Maya shrugged, not at all deterred by our mate’s younger brother. ‘Really, it’s a win-win in my eyes. And you know I’m rarely ever wrong.’

As I rounded the corner with my eyes narrowed and shoulders tense, I was surprised to see Zeke leaning against the counter. All anger-filled thoughts about assault by frying pan left my head, and my posture relaxed just a tad.

Zeke’s chestnut hair was a mess on his head, proof that he had just woken up. He was staying just a few houses down from us, which meant Asher’s kitchen was the last place he should have been.

What I noticed first was the powder blue apron wrapped around his neck. The waist ties hung useless at his side, much too short for his muscular form. On the front pocket, embroidered in gold cursive letters, was the name ‘Claire.’

A platter of steaming eggs sat on the island counter, flecked with salt and pepper as they teased my rumbling stomach. Next to it was an even larger platter, stacked with various pancakes. I noticed a few that seemed to have chocolate chips or blueberries inside, while another smelled strongly of banana.

“Morning.” Zeke called out over his shoulder, cursing when the bacon grease crackled and popped. His lopsided grin made me snort, “ Breakfast will be ready in ten.”

He had pulled just about everything out. Various breads and jams lined the counters, but my rumbling stomach pointed out an obvious lack of cereal.

I opened a few cabinets, frowning when I noticed a row of colorful boxes on the top shelf. The counter jabbed into my ribcage, but my fingers were still far below the assortment of cereal.

“Zeke, can you grab me a couple boxes of cereal?”

His eyes swiveled from where I stood, my arms stretched upwards, to the cereal just out of my reach. Unlike when Brandon trailed his eyes over me, there was nothing s****l within Zeke’s gaze.

Zeke was an infuriating older brother that I had never asked for, eerily similar to Sean.

“ I would, Lola— really, but I’m making sure this bacon doesn’t b**n. I’m sure you understand since I’ve been slaving away at this for over an hour now. ”

His grin was sweet in the same devious way Asher’s was whenever he had something planned.

His laugh d*****d out my snarl, my rough shove to his stomach had him going even harder. I smirked at the few steps back he took, pleased that I had at least put some strength into the push.

Using the silver handles of the cabinet for support, I pulled myself onto the countertop. The marble dug into my knees, but I was able to see the row of cereal boxes. Grabbing the first fruity, sugar- packed cereal I could get my hands on, I began to inch off the countertop.

“What are you even doing here?” I asked Zeke.

When a set of hands fell on my hips squeezing lightly, I had wanted to believe it was Asher’s touch—because no one else in this house would dare. I knew that for a fact, which is why when I spun around and landed a sharp kick to Brandon’s chest, I put extra effort into making it hurt.

Surprise and delight exploded in his cyan eyes, making me wish I had kicked even harder. He stumbled backwards, the kitchen island making him halt.

His lips tilted up in a smirk, so similar to Asher’s that it stoked the anger in my chest. He held some of those heartbreaking features my mate had, the ones that most likely won over countless shewolves.

Asher’s touch, whether forceful or gentle, were welcomed—but the touch of his brother, I wanted none of it. As far as I was concerned, he could take his oily smirk and frat boy personality and shove it up his *ss.