Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-25. Weak bloods

[Xanthea]

After our return to the Infernal pack, Ezra departed without uttering a word.

Asher accompanied Ezra, while Raven brought me back to the hospital. He said that I still required continuous monitoring and medical attention to deal with the lingering effects of the carvera poison. It had been three days since I returned, yet it felt like I was still stuck in that night. After Raven brought me to the hospital, I hadn't seen him even once.

Although I knew he did come to the hospital every day to check on the High lady.

Honestly, it was a relief to not see them on the weekdays. Weekends were way too overwhelming already.

Mostly, when the triplets were around, I didn't know what to do or how to carry myself. Or what might make them angry? Around them, I always walked on thin ice. A slight slip and I was sure to drown.

And after everything that happened in the Virgo pack, I couldn't say if I was emotionally drained or just too numb to deal with them. But my thoughts kept lingering back to-

Ezra...

What exactly happened in his past?

What were Raven and Asher talking about?

And what exactly triggered him to that extent?

It clearly had nothing to do with me. Or was it?

I had been zoning out a lot lately and when I brought myself back from the daze; I found myself living that night over and over again, thinking about Ezra even more. Contemplating and trying to decipher the meaning behind the last few words he spoke before he turned completely silent.

Even now when I shut my eyes, my mother's burned down diaries and the burning Virgo pack flashed before my eyes.

A nurse drew my blood in the injection and poured it into three different testing vials.

Mavka had come to the hospital to take care of me. She took care of my meals and medicines.

"Rest well," the nurse said before leaving the royal ward where I was put.

"Why do they draw such a vast amount of blood from you every day?" Mavka glared at the shut door. "I bet they are smuggling it to the runaway vampires."

I asked,

free now and then and since there is no true sun in

my lips

are weak bloods?"

realm. They are the demon-borns who couldn't develop or activate their immortality genes

born with

when they turn five years old, they are discarded and in the local language we call

are referred to as the damaged seeds and their life expectancy is very less. This chronic illness was considered incurable before the concept of forced activation was introduced," I mumbled to myself. "Although mother wrote no further information on the forced activations and even the books stated they were just incurable." "You indeed know a lot about our medicine, your highness," Mavka said with a smile. "And you

I am sorry. It happens when I am going through the information stored in my head. When I read it out loud, I can access

princess Nesryn hears you saying

around, and it was

how will she know?"

so dumb at the same time?" Mavka shook her head as if I was a gone case she was dealing with. "She runs a spy business, and she has taken some liking to you." I

me?" I asked in a hushed

one another to show how much they love and care about each other?" Mavka said casually, as if it was

I tried to say that with all goodness I could

the High lady regained consciousness this afternoon," Mavka

is she?"

usual treatment. High lady's nurse was talking to other nurses about it.

said, smiling faintly. "I wish

talking to someone who was hiding close to us. "...from the royal family asks you to leave your room and

and she winked at me

appreciate your efforts, Mavka. I am grateful to you for telling me this. Just knowing that the High lady is better and improving is enough for me,"

humble, your highness. You have taken your medicines. You should sleep now. I'll let you rest. If you need me,

when I needed her, and even when I didn't call for her, she

advised to take a nap. It

***

black clouds. That's how the evenings looked like in this realm. And they were beautiful even more than the evenings in our realm. I

to the window. The soft translucent curtains fluttered

gazed at the patients, nurses, and even spotted some doctors strolling in the hospital's garden. It was filled with healing plants. The hospitals in the Infernal realm didn't smell like disinfectants and antiseptics. They had

drew in a deep breath and exhaled. When I opened my eyes, I smiled, waving at the red butterfly that rode the winds and fluttered closer to my window, casually passing by. I have been seeing them most often lately. It looked like the same red butterfly I saw when I was in Raven's

in a hope it might land on my fingers, but as expected, it fluttered

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