Throttled Lauren Asher Series Novels & Stories

Chapter Thirteen Ashira’s POV Everything happened so fast. One minute, we’re in the home office naked and the next, we’re in front of the Ancestral fully-clothed, and anxious. I stand behind Aiden, my body shaking, trembling. And I know it’s not because of the orgasms I had earlier. Quillon is not home yet, and we’re not sure what time he will come back. Seth and Nick came, standing on guard on both side. Nick’s on Aiden’s right and Seth’s on my left.

It was needed to snap herself out of her sinful thoughts. She took a cold shower, her body calmed down but her mind was still there. He shouldn't have touched her. He knew what he was doing. She looked out, and it was raining heavily. She wanted to go out to let her chaos flow with the pour. She walked out and Layla froze when she saw her in the hallway. "Queen__" "Don't worry, Layla... I don't intend to run in this heavy rain with 4 kg iron around each ankle... I just need to clear my fucked up mind."

Elena pushed the door open. Liora sat on the edge of her bed, still in the light armor she had worn in the arena. Her nose was swollen, crusted with dried blood, one eye already purpling. She looked up as Elena entered, expression hollow. “Close the door,” Elena said. Liora obeyed without speaking. Elena crossed the room and sat beside her on the bed. For a moment neither woman spoke. “They’re calling her the Luna of Ashes,” Liora said at last, voice flat. “They’re saying she’s… something ancient. Something we can’t fight.”

I step forward slowly, my attention no longer on the wolves watching us, no longer on the subtle shifts in posture and quiet murmurs that follow our movement through the space, but on the edges of the sanctuary itself, where the wards press outward like a barrier between what is protected— And what is not. “They’re weakening,” I say after a moment. Rowan’s expression tightens slightly. “How long?” I don’t answer immediately. Instead, I focus. Deeper. Carefully. Because this isn’t something you guess. This is something you feel. Something you understand. “Not failing,” I say finally. “But thinning.” “How long?” he repeats. “Days,” I answer. “Maybe weeks if they’re careful.” Silence settles be

"Caleb processed the buy-back option attached to your father’s bankruptcy filings. You hold zero shares in this company." "You used me!" Lauren shrieked, taking a furious step forward, her manicured nails digging into her leather case. She finally snapped her head toward me, her eyes burning with pure, unadulterated venom. "You replaced me with her? A low-level accountant? She’s an outsider! She’s playing all three of you, and you’re too blind to see it!" "Watch your mouth, Lauren," Asher growled from the bar, his low, gravelly voice sending an immediate, dangerous vibration through the room as he set his glass down with a heavy thud. "Or I'll have security escort you out by your hair."

Tyler's pov I hurried through the polished corridors of Marshal's Fundings, Los Angeles' foremost hedge fund organization. The board meeting was slated for 3 p.m., and I was already eight minutes late. Despite my swift pace, my mind was still preoccupied with the earlier unexpected encounter with Madison's brother. I couldn't shake off the deep concern I felt for Madison's ailing mother.

Chapter Thirteen: Sister of Ash The sky had turned a deep, smoky gray, as though the heavens themselves mourned what was awakening beneath the soil. Seren stood at the edge of the crater, surrounded by the wreckage of her birthright and the screams of the cursed tree that once marked Black Hollow’s sacred heart. Her robes—dark blue with silver embroidery—fluttered with energy. She hadn’t aged past her early twenties, her presence defying time, her expression carved from stone.

Layla’s POV. The sound of the morning bell jolted me awake and I felt beads of sweat gather on my forehead when I opened my eyes to see Asher’s probing eyes on me. I froze in place, my heart racing, thudding as I hoped that the herb I’d used to mask my scent hadn’t worn out yet. My mind played back the words he’d said to me last night and I felt something lodge at the back of my throat. “Good Morning, Caleb.” Asher said, his eyes shone bright red and the sound of his voice coupled with that devilish grin plastered on his face sent cold chills snaking down my spine.

I feel completely numb. I'm able to move my head, I see whisping white light flowing out of each carving she made on my skin. The light circles and spirals. When the mesmerising sight stops. The pain returns but I feel it all over me and internally. The convulsing picks up pace and I'm thrashing against the chains. Thorne cups my face and brings my eyes to meet his. The snakes are swirling. "You won't feel pain" His voice silky smooth hypnotising but his hazing doesn't work the pendant prevents it. The witch queen raises her hand over it. "Enchanted"

he paused, then said with seriousness, “I’ll ask them to stay hidden and they will only come out when you need them. But, if they notice you’re in danger, they will come out to protect you even if you don’t accept that. I don’t care about the Sterling family and if you want that company, I can give it to you, but I won’t tolerate my woman being slightly hurt!” Lauren trembled at his serious voice, her eyes shone. It felt good to be protected. “Okay, Mr Ashford.” She chuckled. *** Lauren sat at the table and ate the breakfast that had been served for her. She sat quietly and took elegant bites, her movements weren’t fast but also not slow and it made the ones watching her feel satisfied. As s