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.

Infernal pack comes with its book of cautions and warnings. Take, for example,

and both of

halt. My smile faltered as my eyes met

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

arms folded across his chest. My eyes

hidden his presence. I wasn't sure

lady's bed and stood a few steps away from it, clenching my hand

from the doorframe and walked

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

you get

eyes lingered on me

few minutes ago. I think I clearly asked you to rest." He looked at the High lady.

the paint brushes

and Mavka instantly rushed in front of Raven. "Clean

the stained blanket,

the High lady

eyes remained locked with Raven

with whose permission are you

cowered back under

is here because I wanted her here and she brought me canvas and paint because I

settle for someone like her. But I must

I knew it would be futile, so I remained

a bruising grip as he yanked me

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 grabbed his wrist with my hands, trying to

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

my steps faltered even a little, he would roughly wrench me beside himself,

my pulse throb faster and louder in his grip, screaming for help, but

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

the only thing that awaited me was

avoid looking at the staff who stood aside in the hallways with their heads held

me into his cabin. But right before I fell to the ground, he pulled me back to my feet from

my hand and slammed the reports on the glass table near the couch. "How did you copy the reports so accurately? Who helped you cheat? Nesryn? It had to be Nesryn. Because there is no other way." Catching

cheat. I said I could write the reports. You asked me

between anger and something inexplicably arcane. Drawing in his brows, he towered over me. I stepped back, closer to the wall, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach. "What is that I hear in your voice, omega?

He grunted,

he leaned closer

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

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

tightened his grip around my throat. But it wasn't tight enough to cut off my air supply. I tried my

did not

really? Then prove

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