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.

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

said and both of us

smile faltered as my

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

My eyes

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

few steps away from it, clenching my hand

away from the doorframe and walked

we?" His deep voice

When did you get

on

asked you to rest." He looked

the paint

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

up the stained blanket, over-bed table

were about to touch the painting when the High lady picked it up and held it close to her

remained locked with Raven before his

closer to me. "With whose permission are you here? And with whose

under

she brought me canvas and paint because I asked her to. I just wanted to take a break from the monotony of the

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

myself, but I knew it would be futile, so

squeezing my cheeks in a bruising

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 grabbed his wrist

before seizing my wrist in an unyielding grip as he dragged me

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

and louder in his grip, screaming for help, but I didn't

the full experience. You won't

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

only thing that awaited me

staff who stood aside in

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

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

I could write the reports. You asked

"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

He grunted,

throat, he leaned closer to

my eyes, yet I could feel our breath collide. My chest heaved faster against his as

you dare use that tone with me? Where is this

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

not

Then

drew

the

of the TTAH1 genes at 4 pm on

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

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