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.

entire package and... life in Infernal pack comes with its book of cautions and warnings. Take, for example,

said and both of

My smile faltered as my eyes met Raven's squinted

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

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

had hidden his presence. I wasn't sure for how long he

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

from the doorframe

aren't we?" His deep voice reverberated in

did you get here?"

eyes lingered on

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

glared at the paint

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

the stained blanket, over-bed table and

the painting when the High lady picked it

locked with Raven

whose permission are you here? And with whose permission are you doing all this? You

cowered back under his aura

brought me canvas and paint

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

I knew it would be futile, so I remained

squeezing my cheeks in a bruising grip as he yanked me closer to

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 grabbed his wrist with my hands, trying to

before seizing my wrist in an unyielding grip as he dragged me out of the High lady's room with

my steps faltered even a little, he would roughly wrench me beside himself, forcing me into a frenetic run to match

and louder in his grip, screaming for

forget to visit 000005s.org for the full

was about the reports. There could be only two scenarios: they

I knew the only

the staff who stood aside in the hallways with their heads held low,

the carpet when he pushed me into his cabin. But right before I fell to the ground, he pulled me back to

near the couch. "How did you copy the reports so accurately? Who helped you cheat? Nesryn?

could write the reports. You

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 eyes

grunted,

leaned

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

tone with me? Where is this confidence coming

as he tightened his grip around my throat. But it wasn't tight enough to

did not cheat,

really? Then prove

patiently drew

grabbed the

of the TTAH1 genes at 4 pm on the fourth day

my mind and changed to the fourth day and