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."

vampires?" I asked, leaning

like cattle, though. But one or two break free now and then and since there is no true sun in this world, they prosper in the wilderness, feeding

lips in a

weak bloods?" I

couldn't develop or activate their immortality genes even after coming of age and so their family and

born with the immortality

produce them even when they turn five years old, they are discarded and in the local language we call them weak bloods. Weak bloods can't even manifest a demon wolf,

reading about them. As far as I know, it's a genetic condition known as Mortalitis or the damaged seed syndrome. Because such kids 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 also have

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

to apologize to me, your highness. If princess Nesryn hears you saying that to me, she'll punish

looked around, and it was just us in the

how will she know?"

if I was a gone case

me?" I asked in

her way of accepting you into the royal family. Don't family members spy on one another, stalk one another to show how much they love and care about each other?" Mavka said casually, as if it was in their culture to spy on their family members, and then I remembered Nesryn's conversation with her mother. I

humbled, I guess." I tried to

have heard that the High lady

is she?"

restarted her usual treatment. High lady's nurse was talking to other nurses about it. She said it was like

I said, smiling faintly. "I

as if talking to someone who was hiding close to us. "...from the royal family asks you to leave your room and visit the High lady with them,

at me

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

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

a demonic ability to sense when I needed her,

the medicines, I was advised to

***

equally dispersed as the black clouds. That's how the evenings looked like in this

the bed, I trudged nearer to the window. The soft

plants. The hospitals

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 office. There

a hope it might land on my fingers, but as

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