Alpha Asher and Lola novel Chapter 126

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 126 – “Wonderful.” I sighed a bit more dramatically than I initially meant to, ” The only two people who can help us is a witch who could easily be d**d by now and my mom, who actually is d**d. Is resurrecting people a thing, or is that just in the movies?”

“Just in the movies, dear.” Cordelia replied, not at all disturbed. If anything, my comment gave her an idea. Her eyes lit up with the same mischievous light as grandmas, only Cordelia’s held traces of unearthly magic. “Summoning her spirit, however. That could be doable. I’d need to leave town to get the supplies…but I could have everything ready within a few days.”

‘It already sounds like a bad idea…do you really think this is the way to remove your magical block?’ Asher’s gruff voice filled my head, keeping my thoughts from drifting as I pulled onto the highway, seeing Breyona’s car follow behind.

I tried to keep my voice light, but I was nervous.

‘Afraid of a little ghost?’ I used what weak humor I had to break up the tension in my chest. ‘I honestly have no clue, but getting first hand answers is something I can’t pass up…if she even answers. Cordelia described it as a supernatural phone call. After all this c**p, she better not put me on silent.’

Through the bond that connected Asher and me, I could hear the muffled sound of a ringing cellphone.

Asher cursed, ‘I’ve got to go, that’ll be Zeke and Mason. We’ve assembled a small group to comb through parts of the surrounding mountains. Theres every chance the witches or vampires could be hiding up there.’

‘Keep me updated if you find anything.’ I replied.

‘Sure thing, beautiful.’

Rather than turn around and head straight towards Asher like the mate- bond was telling me to do, I continued to the old house Cordelia and Rowena had been staying in. While Rowena got to know Holly and hopefully found a way through the shell of fear that kept her rooted in place, Breyona and I planned to spend our day helping them move their belongings. There wasn’t time to furnish the new house, and it was faster to move what furniture there was rather than wait.

I was surprised to see a small moving truck as I pulled into the driveway, and even more surprised when I saw a head of golden hair peaking above a stack of boxes. Breyona pulled up alongside the road and hopped out, following me up the porch to where Cassidy stood.

“Oh, hey!” Her baby-blues lit up as she saw Breyona and I. She placed her hands in the back pockets of her frayed shorts and smiled. “I hope you both don’t mind. I got out of lacrosse practice early, so I figured I’d get a head start.”

“I actually didn’t know you’d be here, but we wouldn’t mind the extra set of hands.” I told her truthfully, looking at Breyona who nodded.

A look of understanding crossed her face, which only aided in confusing me.

“Oh, Asher didn’t tell you? He must’ve gotten busy.” Cassidy snorted, shaking her head. As she grabbed two of the smaller boxes, Breyona and I followed suit, She grinned over her shoulder as we descended the porch steps and placed the boxes into the small truck. “He asked if I’d come help you two out, make things go by faster. If you ask me, I think he just wanted more time with you.”

The three of us got to work, hauling out the oak dining room table and pieces of the sectional. A few human men in a crappy pick-up truck passed by the three of us. I could instantly tell they were human because the driver slammed on his breaks and sent them squealing to a stop, all to gawk at Cassidy who carried a mahogany dresser down the stairs by herself.

A couple of hours in we ordered a few pizzas and took a short break. The soreness in my muscles wasn’t entirely unpleasant and made me miss training even more. I made a mental note to start again as soon as I got the chance.

“You’ll never guess who I ran into today.” I said to Cassidy, shoving a second dresser out of the front door, Next was the coffee table and entertainment stand, followed by the television that looked all too breakable.

“Who? Oh no, wait. Let me guess. Brandon?”

“Ugh, thankfully no.” I grimaced, “I’ll give you a hint. He’s five eleven but probably told you he’s around six two.”

Cassidy’s eyes turned thoughtful for a split second before she rolled them in typical mean girl’s fashion. If it weren’t for her sunny personality, she would’ve made the perfect Regina George.

“What does that tool want?” She lifted an eyebrow.

“He actually gave me an explanation on why his girlfriend was calling him-or should I say ex-girlfriend.”

“Ex-girlfriend?” She repeated, a manicured hand on her hip.

“Still sleazy.” Breyona shouted over her shoulder, carrying a stack of boxes down the stairs and onto the trucks ramp.