Romans & histoires Wrecked Lauren Asher

Flashlight and shutter sounds filled the hall as people took pictures of them while some were taking videos of the moment for later documentation. "Adelie..." Asher, who has been silent all along finally spoke up, her eyes boring invisible holes in her body. "I love you. I have always loved you. I know this is wrong, knowing that you are my sister, but I can't help it. I love you with everything in me," Asher confessed to her, and that made everyone feel even more disgusted. She stared at him, broken. She felt her heart breaking into a million pieces, and just like that, tears brimmed in her eyes and found their way down her cheeks. Her fear has finally come true... What she has been avoidin

Ashen's scream wasn't made of sound, It was made of fracture. Reality around her buckled as the void-lance struck her chest, sinking deep, like a nail being driven through the heart of a sentence. Her body arched in midair. Her eyes went wide, violet light spilling from them in flickering bursts, then stillness. Liora’s breath caught, For one second, the world held her between moments, between words, And then it shattered, Ashen fell like an unfinished thought, Not graceful, Not tragic, Just broken.

Because I was unmarked, I was the Alpha, but once Asher marked me, he would be the Alpha and I would be the Luna. But Asher's pack had destroyed a quarter of the country. Killed thousands of innocent people. And it was broadcast on live TV. But so was this battle. Asher had someone hack into Jackson's security system around the mansion and everything was caught on camera. Including me killing Jackson, and the fighting stop with his pack bowing to me.

Lila’s eyes went wide as she saw me charging toward them, the crumpled note held out like a weapon. “Asher, what are you doing?” Lila stepped between us, her hands up. “I thought you left the museum.” “I did. And then I found this,” I spat, shoving the crumpled paper into Jax’s chest. “What’s this about New York, Jax? What’s this about leaving the warehouse behind? You think you can just buy her a life and erase me?” Jax straightened up, his eyes narrowing. He didn't look guilty; he looked annoyed. “It’s a conversation about the future, Asher. Something you clearly don't have a plan for. Lila deserves a life that isn't lived in a garage.”

“And where would that leave me? Living in your shadow, worshipping your perfect Luna while you remake the world in her image?” “You made your own bed, Asher,” I said quietly. “Don’t blame me when you have to lie in it.” His gaze flicked past me. “She’s here, isn’t she?” I didn’t need to turn. I could feel Lila’s presence behind me, the air around her thrumming faintly with power. Asher’s smile twisted. “Still haunting you, brother? Or did you drag her back from the dead again to make your redemption look noble?”

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.

I saluted with a happy voice, even though he couldn't see me, sadly I noticed he doesn't return my mood. “I'm sorry Wren, I… I don't know how to say this,” he swore. “Calm down and tell me.” I was becoming scared he'd gone missing too or something, if bad comes near him, I don't know who's gonna have my back. “After showing a trusted cop the footage of Asher, my laptop was hacked with a virus.”

“They’re not real. They can’t be. Vampires and werewolves and witches, that’s a huge stretch, but fine, okay, maybe, but dragons?” My pulse raced. My hands trembled. The words hit like a punch in the gut. I took a step back. Then another. “You’ve made a mistake,” I said. “I’m just a girl. Just Nora Carver. An unwanted orphan with a bad attitude and a glitchy brain. I don’t have power. I don’t have a legacy. I barely even have a past.” Ashleigh’s hair turned a pale gold as she said, “But now you have a future.”

My eyes folded and I twitched my lips. “What are you trying to say?” She exhaled. “We’ll have to get back home, else Tony and everyone here may get stuck in this world.” She paused and laughed. “Are you insane? The same pack house we’re running from is where you want me as Luna to endorse we get back to? That’s suicide and stupidity of the highest! Why are you letting your selfish interest in this Tony guy slip through your judgements? Are you okay?” “Ashley, we don’t have a choice…”

Laura screamed, "I didn't steal anything!" Laura's outburst made Asher stop. "Not stealing?" he repeated. His brow furrowed as he continued to ask, "If you're not stealing, then is this necklace yours?" Asher's question made Laura fall silent. Should Laura tell him the truth? "I...!" Just as Laura was about to say something, a sudden, intense dizziness attacked her head. "Ugh..." Asher looked surprised. "Laura?" However, Laura couldn't even reply to Asher's words. Her vision, blurred by tears, darkened further. Her head felt like it was being pierced by a thousand needles. Finally, darkness enveloped her consciousness, and her body went limp to the floor.