Alpha Asher By Jane Doe
Chapter 177

“What's with Vampire's and abandoned warehouses?” I asked, speaking to no one in particular.

The breaks of the rusty minivan we were crammed into squealed as we pulled into a handicap spaceclose to the front doors. I could make out the symbol painted on the spot, though it had faded overtime.

Within the parking lot were a few cars, but most looked like junkers rather than functioning vehicles.There weren't any windows apart from the ones that lined the front, but they were blacked out byscraps of cardboard boxes and old newspapers.

“This one won't be half as luxurious as your father's.” Tristan muttered at my side; his face marred ina permanent scowl.

From the front seat, Dina snorted. She turned around and glared at Tristan.

"With how flimsy your loyalty is, you got no room to be judging anybody, Tristan.” The pale-hairedVampire at my side lifted an eyebrow, but Dina didn't falter in her rant. “That's right, I know you. Youdon't know me, though. I was a nobody back then, a body for her father's military.” She jutted herchin in my direction. “I saw you a couple times, scramblin’ to obey the King and all his whims. It'sironic you're doin’ the same for his daughter now, isn't it?”

I wanted to come to Tristan’s defense, and I had planned to, but Dina’s words struck a chord in mychest that left me silent.

Tristan had been my father's right-hand man. He'd been closest to him, even though my fathertrusted absolutely no one. Part of me wondered if Tristan’s loyalty to me had anything to do withthe mark that sat on my neck, or his lingering hopes that I would choose him over Asher.

I didn't have to wonder for long if Tristan would speak up.

“Thank you, Dina, for dredging up the years I spent serving a monster who deserved not a speck ofthe loyalty he received. Everything you said was correct. I don’t remember you because I nevercared to look your way. As you've already stated, I was busy trying to prove my worth to a King whoviewed us all as disposable.” He said with a clipped tone.

The pale blues of his eyes glittered menacingly as he leaned forward in his seat. Dina remainedrooted in place, but from the harsh set of her jaw and the way her grip tightened on the arm rest, Iknew she was preparing herself for if he decided to a****k.

“Our new Queen, she doesn’t see us as disposable. I might've had to prove my loyalty to her, butnever my worth.”

Tristan leaned back in his seat, his severe expression unwavering, even as Dina slid her eyes over tomy face. The brooding Vampire at my side wasn't one to speak idly, especially when it came topaying someone a compliment. I knew without asking that every word he said, he truly meant.

My heart flipped in my chest and took off, pounding harder with each set of eyes that found myface. I couldn't read the emotion in their eyes other than obvious suspicion, not that I had muchtime to.

The door of the minivan slid open, clambering against the side of the vehicle with a loud thud. Ashaggy haired man with a toothy grin and a thin scar above his brow appeared, but the expressionfell the moment he and I locked eyes.

"What the f**k, Dina.” He grunted, but the venom in his voice felt flimsy. “You we're “supposed tocome back with dinner.”

The stranger pulled open her door and crossed his arms over his chest. Like a Queen herself, Dinaslid from the seat and patted the man on his shoulder. He visibly relaxed under her touch, and as hiseyes softened, I could read the truth within them.

He and Dina were mates.

“Deacon inside?” She asked him, then jutted her chin in my direction. “Our Royal Highness heredecided to pay us a visit. She needs to speak with him.”

Within an instant, Dina’s mate lost his cheesy grin and replaced it with a scowl so fierce I was almostfearful.

"Why the h** would I-*

“It's about Bridgette. Believe me, baby, he’s gonna wanna hear what she’s got to say.” Dina saidcurtly, though the sour tone was was reserved for Tristan and me alone.

Just then, the oddest thing happened.

Rather than bark out another sharp reply, or huffin defeat, Dina's mate turned his attention to myface, staring at me long and hard. He pursed his lips, and the scar above his eyebrow rippled fromthe intensity of his scrutinizing gaze.

“She don’t know, does she?” He asked, still not taking his eyes off my face.

Dina shook her head, glancing my way for a fraction of a second. “No, she don’t know, but she'sgonna.”

Her mate's toothy grin returned as he clasped his hands together and rubbed them eagerly.“Wonderful, I love surprises. Let's go then.”

A sinking feeling encased my stomach, weighing it down like I'd swallowed a ton of lead.

Tristan had been right about the warehouse, and other things, but I had no intention on admittingthat anytime soon.

Upon entering, we passed through a set of broken metal detectors, and ventured into a small roomThere were nearly a dozen cots laid out in what I assumed was once an employee break room,though the lockers had been torn out. I could still see the imprint of where they'd sat against thewall, and as I looked even harder, I spotted a few broken combination locks scattered about. Thecounters still remained, along with a sink that looked as though it hadn't properly functioned in thelast ten years.

Two Vampire's perched on a single cot, huddled close together, stopped their whispering as wewalked into the room. The woman, whose freckles were dark and cinnamon colored, wrinkled hernose at me. At her side was a man young enough to be her son, whose hazel-eyed gaze remainedcurious as we passed through.

It wasn't until we slipped through a second doorway that I began to hear voices. One was deep andbooming, easily commanding the attention of the others, who murmured anxiously in response.

As we passed rows and rows of metal shelves, nearly all of them empty apart from a few moldyboxes, I scoured our surroundings, trying to glean what information I could about this place.“Looks like it was some kind of make-up warehouse.” Tristan said gruffly, his eyes darting towardsthe ground. “See all the trash?”

Sure enough, there were flattened boxes belonging to various brands of make-up. I recognized afew, having owned some myself, though the packaging we walked on looked to be a couple yearsold.

Growing closer with each step we took, I heard someone call out.

"What we need to do is help the witches!” A shrill voice cried out, one bordering on hysteria. “Theypromised us a place with them-promised we'd have our own land once the werewolves are extinct.If we don’t put our trust in them, we have no one. We have to take their offer while it still stands!”An eruption of murmuring filled the warehouse, echoing lightly before fading into nothingness. Thevoices overlapped one another, some frenzied and other's tainted with worry and fear. From what Icould hear, many of the Vampire's were agreeing with the hysterical woman.

The sound of my own kind contemplating joining the Blood Witch, set my teeth on edge and madea cold chill skitter down my spine.

I picked up my pace, slipping past Dina’s arm as she reached out to stop me, and blurted out thefirst thing that came to mind.

“You're all wrong. The witches offer you nothing but d***h.”

Tristan’s hand came down on my shoulder seconds too late. The words had already been breathedinto existence, and all attention was now on us.

We stood at the center of the warehouse, a place where the employees would meet up before everyshift if the peeling stickers on the floor were any indication.

There were more Vampire's than there were cots, and all of their eyes were on me. Well, all exceptfor one.

The man with the booming voice, he had his back turned to us all. I could tell it had been his voice Iheard not because of his giant stature, but because of the sheer force of his presence alone.

“The girl is right.” His deep baritone rippled across the crowd, silencing them. “Even though her kindoffers us the same thing.”

I was seconds away from lashing out with a response, but Tristan of all people rendered me silent.“There's no way..." He said in utter disbelief, slack jawed as the Vampire turned around to face theroom.

The moment I latched onto those pale blue eyes, I understood.

They were the same-exactly the same, identical to the ones I watched turn glossy seconds beforesevering his head from his shoulders.

It was my father's eyes I stared into, but this man, he wasn't my father.

“Hello, niece.”