Alpha Asher | Completed ✔️

Chapter Fourteen

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~Alaya

No one knows how to answer my question, it seems, as it knocks them all into silence.

"Fine," I mutter, folding my arms across my chest defiantly. "I want to speak to Alpha Asher."

It is Death who stands, striding over to stand beside Aspen. She's the strangest looking female I have ever seen in my life. Her eyes are like a haze of smoke rippling up the side of a mountain. It curls around her pupils vividly, stealing my ability to see any sense of emotion she gives me. It's mystical. It's daunting.

"You can't speak to him right now," she says. Her voice isn't warm and welcoming, it's cold and distant. She clearly wants to be elsewhere right now, rather than dealing with me.

Death is another classic example of myth no one ever really believed as kids. My father used to tell me, before he died, that when the inevitable happens, your soul will be released, and you will come back in another body, half way across the world.

The myth of Death doesn't allow that. She meets you at the edge of your life, guiding you to another realm where she...the myth is blurry in my mind. I never cared for stories that are meant to haunt you at night. Strangely enough, though, I'm not at all worried about being around her.

It's otherworldly.

"Why not?" I question, my tone short of a growl. Death doesn't seemed fazed by it, as she tilts her head, the dark, mastered curls tumbling across her shoulder.

For someone who is supposed to harbour the lives of the dead and decide that side of people's fate, she surely lacks intimidation. Perhaps it's whatever crazed spell they put on me to keep my brain from imploding with all this information. At least that's my assumption, because other than the extreme pain throbbing at my stomach, I feel nothing.

"He's not here right now," she replies, "and it is probably best if you don't see him right now."

I'm sick of this mystery, but that's not what I say. "What's he hiding?"

"What would give you that idea?" Aspen questions from beside Death. I narrow my eyes on him. This confidence definitely hasn't come from me personally.

I hadn't see Alpha Asher until the night of the party. He had kept himself from his entire Pack from years, the only knowledge of his existence came from his parties, and conspirators. All those people who came up with wild ideas to figure out why Asher decided to keep himself anonymous to the average person ever since he became Alpha.

I also figured he liked privacy. Now I'm not so sure.

"He's my Alpha-"

"He's a lot of people's Alpha," Death cuts in, "you're not all that special."

I went to protest, however, Aspen held his hand up making me pause. I'm not sure how I feel about Death - whether I like her or not. She's cold, distant and snarky, however, I'm not going to press into any extra information about her right now. She is Death after all.

"She sacrificed a lot for Asher, remember? For a lot of us, you included," Aspen reminds Death, who rolls her eyes in reply. Turning around, she walks back to sit beside Destiny, who now watches us with a blank gaze.

"And what might that be, exactly?" I question, trying not to tip Aspen off that I'm seething.

"You died for us. The female who killed you, Shanae, believe it or not, thought she was doing the right thing," Aspen explains slowly, and I frown. How can stabbing someone right in the stomach and throwing them into a crowd of people like that be doing the right thing? Had I not been saved, I would be meeting Death in a different circumstance.