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.

well... it comes with the entire package and... life in Infernal pack comes with its book of cautions and warnings. Take, for example, my sons. They

and both of us broke

halt. My smile faltered as

smile slightly. It must have been my illusion because the

across his chest. My eyes fell on the

sure for how long

stood a few steps away from it, clenching

away from the

we?" His deep voice reverberated

get

on me as he

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

glared at the paint

front of Raven. "Clean all this up and help

cleaning up the stained blanket, over-bed table and the

touch the painting when the High lady picked it up and held it close

remained locked with Raven before his gaze

"With whose permission are you here? And with whose permission are you doing all this?

cowered back under

canvas and paint

were so desperate for a company that you'd settle for someone like her. But I must say..." he stepped

explain myself, but I knew it would be

jaws, squeezing my cheeks in a bruising grip as he

omega. Just 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

he ordered, leaving my cheeks with a jerk before seizing my

pace. Every time my steps faltered even a little, he would roughly wrench me beside

louder in his grip, screaming for

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reports. There could be only two scenarios: they didn't

I knew the only thing

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

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

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? Nesryn? It had to be Nesryn. Because there is no other way." Catching my breath from the run,

could write the reports. You asked me to, so

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 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, I bit my lower

He grunted,

he leaned closer

feel our breath collide. My chest

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

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

did not cheat,

Then

left my throat, and I patiently drew in a long breath instead

the

the TTAH1 genes at 4 pm on the fourth day of the

reports flashed in my mind and changed to the fourth day and their variation at 4 pm zoomed in my mind.