Alpha Asher and Lola novel Chapter 107

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 107 – “What are you doing, Lola? Did you not hear me? Your mate has sent me. I’m here to protect you.” The gruff male voice sounded deeper…distorted in a way that made my breath catch.

‘What is this? This isn’t a vampire.’ Maya snarled, her hackles raising. ‘Her scent is …wrong. Asher isn’t answering us… something must have happened. I think you should call on the shadows, Lola…’

This was bad, it had to be if Maya was condoning channeling the power of the shadows. The moment I reached out, feeling that bitter frost curl across my fingers like the greeting of an old friend, that voice sounded behind me.

It was different, this time. No longer the deep rasp of a man, but the watery rasp of a woman. She hacked and coughed, but there was an accuracy to her voice that sounded deadly.

“Turn around.”

I reacted without thinking my eyes darting to either side of me whilst my instincts screamed not to move. Panic and fear were telling me to tear open the front door and run into the night, where the shadows would surely protect me.

A c***h sounded feet behind me, and instead of darting out the front door like panic instructed, I veered to the right. I knew I had made the right decision when I felt five long fingers grasp at back of my head, missing by inches. If I had taken the time to unlock the door and yank it open, I would’ve been on the ground.

“Do not turn around, Luna! I’ve got her!”

It was Rowena’s voice I heard, but it was also her warning that kept me from acting any further. My heart hammered in time with the seconds that passed, until a garbled screech filled the air. The scent of fresh blood permeated the room, but the smell held an underlying tone of rot. I counted to one hundred and sixty-three before Rowena let out a soft breath and spoke.

“You can turn around now, Luna.” Rowena panted softly, hovering over the from sprawled out onto the floor.

Crimson blood, thick and dark pooled onto the floor. I cringed as it soaked into the pale carpet. There was nothing mouthwatering about this blood, which smelled of dust and all things old.

Her bony and gnarled limbs were tangled beneath the black cloak she wore. A thin neck, covered in dark colored veins protruded from one of the couches throw pillows. It had been placed over her face by Rowena. Long hair, jagged and dry like straw, emerged from beneath the pillow. I was sure it had once been a glossy shade of amber, but the color was ruined by the thick chunks of grey. Rowena hovered over her, auburn eyebrows gnashed together as she ran her hands over the woman’s body, murmuring to herself.

“What-what the h**l just happened? What is that?”

I removed my hand from the arm of the couch, which I had been gripping for dear life. Just as I stumbled towards the body, falling to my knees a few feet away, Rowena’s head snapped up.

Her mossy eyes were wide and a bit frazzled and clutched in her hands was a curved dagger. The metal wasn’t silver or steel, but some kind of dark gemstone.

“That is a witch, an experienced one.” Rowena exhaled, catching her breath while letting the knife clatter to the ground. Her eyes were severe when they glanced up to my face, “And as for what happened, she was trying to curse you.”