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.

in Infernal pack comes with its book of cautions and

said and both of us broke

laughter came to an abrupt halt. My smile faltered as my eyes met Raven's

slightly. It must have been my illusion because the Raven who stood before me now seemed to have not encountered a smile

his chest. My eyes fell on the reports in his hands and I stiffened

his presence. I wasn't sure for how

few steps away from it, clenching my hand tighter near

the doorframe and walked

great time, aren't we?" His

When did you get here?" High lady

lingered on me as he

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

the paint brushes

lady's maids and Mavka instantly rushed in front of Raven.

bowed and immediately began cleaning up the stained blanket,

to touch the painting when the High lady picked it

with Raven before his gaze shifted

"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,

back under his aura

me canvas and paint because I asked her to. I just

for a company that you'd settle for someone like her.

knew

my cheeks in a bruising grip as he yanked

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 cheeks with a jerk before seizing my wrist in an unyielding

up with his pace. Every time my steps faltered even a little, he would roughly wrench me beside himself, forcing

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

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both the cases, I knew the only thing that awaited me was

staff who stood aside in the hallways with their heads held low, clearing his path to

me into his cabin. But right

did 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 cheat?

not cheat. I said I could write the reports.

his darkening gaze, blurring the lines 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? Huh?" He growled as his

grunted,

leaned closer to my

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

tone with me? Where is this confidence coming from, huh? Looks like you

grip around my throat. But it wasn't tight enough to cut off my air

not cheat,

Then prove

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