Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-30. Eidetic memory

[Xanthea]

I peered at the High lady.

"It's ok if you don't wish to," she said. "The position of a mother varies in the lives of different people and as far as I have known you, you regard your mother quite highly. So, it's completely fine if you don't wish to call me mom. Not everyone deserves to be called a mother."

Her grip tightened on her paint brush. The shadow of sadness drained in her eyes as she lowered them to the painting.

"You are a great mother... you love your kids so much..." I said.

She smiled faintly, then shook her head.

"Love?" she chuckled. "Parents often do awful things to their kids out of... love..." her eyes welled up. Her voice quavered as she continued. "Every woman can become a mother, but not all deserve to be called one. And I am one of them who doesn't deserve this title."

I tensed my brows. I might have failed to comprehend the context behind her words, but the pain behind them was as clear as snow in a blizzard.

Licking and nibbling my lower lip, I took a deep breath. Sitting beside her on the bed, I held her hand in mine.

"Mom..." My voice came out as a timid whisper. "I don't know why your words sound like wounds, but I know one thing: there is no wound that a mother can't heal. In my mother's words, there is no greater medicine than a mother's love. No matter how wounded a mother is, she can always find the strength to fight for her kids."

"I think I am too late..."

"Moms are never late, they are always on time. The right time." I said.

She laughed before tears streamed down her face. She took in a shuddering breath, averting her eyes.

"Come here, dear," she hugged me, kissing the side of my head. She caressed my hair and back as I hugged her back.

We hugged for a while before her sniffles faded away.

"I am sure wherever your mother is, she is very proud of you," she said, and we looked at the painting of my mother's proud smile. "Live proudly, Xanthea. I am sure that's what your mother would have wanted for you." She stroked my hair.

Dipping her fingers in the yellow paint, she playfully smeared it on my cheeks.

"Caught you off guard!" she said excitedly, breaking into a contagious laughter that made me crack up as well.

"I hope you find your yellow, all the yellow in your life and you never run short on this color," she said.

I ran my fingers over my cheek and then looked at the High lady, perplexed.

"Yellow?"

She nodded.

"It represents happiness, warmth and positivity."

I pursed my lips in a thin line.

"I thought it represented caution and warning?"

It looked as if I had caught the High lady off-guard this time. She parted her lips, but words seemed to have stuck in her throat.

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and both of us broke into

My smile faltered as my eyes met

I thought I saw him smile slightly. It must have been my illusion because the Raven who stood before me now seemed

his arms folded across his chest. My eyes fell on the reports in his

I wasn't sure for how long he had been standing

from the High lady's bed and stood a few steps away

from the doorframe

a great time, aren't we?" His deep voice reverberated in the

When did you get here?" High lady

lingered on me

clearly asked you to rest." He

at the

called. High lady's maids and Mavka instantly rushed in front of Raven. "Clean all this up and help the High lady

began cleaning up the stained blanket,

High lady picked it up and held it close to her

eyes remained locked with Raven before

stepped closer to me. "With whose permission are you here? And with whose permission are you doing all this? You can't skip a day without being over-smart, can

under

brought me canvas and paint because I asked her to. I just wanted to take

for a company that you'd settle for someone like her. But I must say..." he stepped towards me and I took

to explain myself, but I knew it would be futile,

a bruising grip as

do, no friend you make in this pack, will help you survive this marriage. Not my mother, not Nesryn. Because no one here will

leaving my cheeks with a jerk before seizing my wrist in an unyielding grip as he dragged

a little, he

faster and louder in his grip, screaming for help, but I didn't try to free my

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could be only two scenarios: they didn't match, or

cases, I knew the only thing that awaited me

looking at the staff who stood aside in the hallways with their

over the carpet when he pushed me into his cabin. But

you do it?" He let go of my hand and slammed the reports on the glass table near the couch. "How did you copy the reports so accurately? Who helped you

I said I could write the reports. You

stomach. "What is that I hear in your voice, omega? Huh?" He growled as his eyes glowed. His wolf. Breaking into sweat, I tried to move away from him when he grabbed my upper arm and slammed me against the wall, caging me between his arms. Holding back a moan,

He grunted, clenching his

leaned

collide. My chest heaved faster against his as I fervently

Where is this confidence coming from, huh? Looks like you don't love your life

into his as he tightened his grip

not

really? Then prove

I patiently drew in a long breath

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