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."

asked, leaning against the

medicinal properties for immortals, so their blood is used in several medicines. We rear them 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 on rogues and weak bloods. They aren't a threat to the demon population, unlike your world, where they are always after

my lips in a tight

weak bloods?"

couldn't develop or activate their immortality genes even

born with

We are born with those genes, but they do not activate until the demon child is three years old. And if a kid fails to 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, so they almost turn into the weakest kind of mortal

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 stored in my head. When I read it out

Nesryn hears you saying that to me,

and it was just us

she know?"

time?" Mavka shook her head as if I was a gone case she was dealing with. "She runs a spy business, and she

spying on me?" I asked in

they love and care about each other?" Mavka said casually, as if it was in their culture to spy on their family members, and

I guess." I tried to say

lady regained consciousness this afternoon,"

is

nurse was talking to other nurses about it. She said it was like restarting the treatment all over again, but it seemed as though they started with

smiling faintly. "I wish

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

Mavka, and she winked at

you for telling me this. Just knowing that the High lady is

sleep now. I'll let you

needed her, and even when I didn't call

I was advised to take a nap. It made

***

sky were almost as equally dispersed as the black clouds. That's how the evenings looked like in this realm. And they were beautiful even more

I trudged nearer to the window. The soft translucent curtains fluttered against the soft winds that caressed

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 more herbal odor,

casually passing by. I have been seeing

hope it might land on my fingers, but as expected,

for the full experience. You won't find the next chapter anywhere