Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter 30

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.

and... life in Infernal pack comes with its book of cautions and warnings. Take, for example, my sons. They are walking

of

to an abrupt halt. My smile faltered as my

illusion because the Raven who stood before me now seemed to

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

wasn't sure for how long he had

got up from the High lady's bed and stood a few steps away from it,

himself away from the doorframe

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

you get here?" High lady

lingered on me as

rest." He looked

the paint brushes

maids and Mavka instantly rushed in front of Raven. "Clean all this up and help the

up the stained blanket, over-bed

lady

eyes remained locked with Raven before his gaze shifted

whose permission are you doing all this? You can't skip a day without being

under his aura

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

for a company that you'd settle for someone like her. But I must say..."

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

in a bruising grip as he yanked me closer

like a fox. But nothing you do, no friend you make in this pack, will help you survive this marriage. Not my mother, not Nesryn. Because no one here will dare go against us for you." His nails sunk into my skin. Wincing, I

cabin," he ordered, leaving my cheeks with a jerk before seizing my wrist in an unyielding grip as he dragged me out of

a little, he would roughly

pulse throb faster and louder in his grip, screaming for

to visit 000005s.org for the full experience. You

could be only two scenarios: they

only thing

staff who stood aside in the

his cabin. But right before I fell to the ground, he pulled

the reports so accurately? Who helped you cheat? Nesryn? It had to be Nesryn. Because there is no other way." Catching my breath from the run, I composed

did not cheat. I said I could write the reports. You asked

stomach. "What is that I hear in your voice, omega? Huh?" He growled as his eyes glowed. His

grunted, clenching

leaned

feel our breath collide. My chest heaved faster against his as I fervently

you dare use that tone with me? Where is this confidence coming from, huh?

gathered enough courage to open my eyes and look into his as he tightened his grip around my throat. But it wasn't tight enough to cut off my air supply. I tried my best

did not

really? Then prove

throat, and I patiently drew in

grabbed the

sequence of the TTAH1 genes at 4 pm on the

and their variation at 4 pm zoomed

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