Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-31. Lift your dress

[Xanthea]

Should I have gained some ability after the poisoning?

Raven asked this question because he was probably waiting for something to show up - something to happen.

After a poisoning, the body forms some kind of immunity or resistance towards the poison. In the mortal world, the most immunity was to protect the body from future infections and strengthen the system. Of course, the composition of blood changed, but nothing more.

But I couldn't tell if things worked the same way in this world as well.

Should my body have gone through some changes? Or has my body already done that? Maybe I was just not aware of it yet.

It was clear from the amount of blood tests Raven was putting me through that he was looking for something to form in my blood, or perhaps my body. I wasn't sure if I would get a straight answer or any answer at all if I asked him. Raven got up from the couch and sauntered closer to me.

He reached out to touch my cheek when I took a tiny step away from him, which wasn't enough to avoid his touch.

"Yellow paint..." he mumbled absentmindedly as he caressed my cheek. I lifted my hand to my cheek, remembering the High lady had stained it with paint earlier and he didn't like the paint and the mess. "I-I will clean it..." I said, rubbing my cheek in a hurry.

He grabbed my fingers with one hand while, from the other, he lifted my chin.

"I asked you a question. Outside of the operation theater, I am not a very patient man," he said, although his tone wasn't as desolate and cold as it used to be.

I looked into his eyes. As usual, there was a hint of unpredictability in his stoic, unreadable expression. "Did you gain this eidetic memory after the poisoning?"

I shook my head.

"I have had an eidetic memory ever since I know, alpha," I said, holding his gaze.

"Hmm. Interesting," he contemplated me before his eyes dropped to my lips.

My body tensed up as I averted my eyes when he leaned closer to my face. His fingers ran from my cheek to my lips.

"Lift your dress," he said. I knit my brows as my mind swiftly ran feral. The memories of our sexual encounter in the bathroom flashed in my head until he spoke again. "Show me the wounds on your leg." Blinking fast, I let out a small sigh. A consuming fever tensed my skin.

I stopped the lewd memories from clouding my mind, not allowing them to consume me. Taking a deep breath, I mustered the courage to lift the hem of my dress, slowly revealing my knee. "To your hips," he commanded sharply.

I felt my cheeks flush up as I fidgeted with the fabric of my dress. Fisting the fabric, I lifted my dress to my hips.

He took a few steps away from me and casually slipped his hands in the pockets of his scrubs, taking in every inch of my body.

"Beautiful..." he said, gazing at my leg. "Those scars tattooed on your fair skin. Aren't they the prettiest natural tattoos?"

The carvera vine's wound had healed, leaving behind an intricate network of dendritic dark vine scars all around my left leg, from my ankle to my hips.

He strutted closer and my eyes fell on his sleeve, tattoos on his arms. My scars were nothing as abstractly artistic as his tattoos. They were just horrifying, so I tried to hide those scars away from my own eyes as much as I could. I let go of my dress, letting it flow down my leg.

"I wasn't done adoring them." His words came out in a frigid tone.

if he was serious or

fingers through

it be..." he

on one knee before me. But before I was out of his reach, he grabbed my hips and yanked me closer to him. I held his shoulders to stop myself from

crotch was inches away from his face. I tried to make some distance, but his grip was firm

lifted his gaze

when he squeezed my ass before sliding his hands down the curves of

he split my dress,

harder against my

and slowly trailed it behind my knees before running it up my thighs. He caressed my inner thigh. I tried to close my legs when he halted my attempt, holding my legs apart. I shut my eyes, aware of his every finger and the way they brushed near

moan as my insides flushed with heat when he stroked my slit through my panties. I felt weak in

heavily as my head snapped

my split dress, bundling the fabric to cover

me with a mischievous look lightening

lips as he got up and sat back on the couch, organizing the books and reports on the

said. The door of

and in the faltering

to Raven. The time seemed to have stopped

with terrified eyes. The confusion on who he had called was gone as soon as I looked at him and found his

walked round the table and stepped

"Sit," he said.

at the nurse and then

me to kneel before him. I had no idea what he planned to do, but he loved

your knees?" He mocked. "Sit here." He glanced at the space between his legs on

a sharp look at him as he sprawled on the

of his face rested against his fist, a smirk playing upon his lips. "Sit..." His word came out as a threat this time. He was serious. He wanted me to sit

glance. She lowered her head, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor. I dropped my gaze to my

from the corner of my eyes, I trudged

couch. He wants me to sit on the couch. Please let it be the couch. Just

case you can't understand the insinuation, let me make this clear for you.

fists, trying to stay calm when all I could feel was embarrassment

dug into my palm. Reluctantly,

at the nurse, who held her

he grabbed my wrist and pulled

sat on the couch between his legs. Even though I knew it was useless to make any space between us in

my leg when Raven held my hand. Instead of hiding, he exposed my leg even more. Hugging me

eyes, I buried my face in my chest as his hands made their way to my inner thighs, spreading my

whisper escaped my

whatever cloth I could to cover my

Getting impatient, are we now?" He murmured in my ears, his lips nestled against my hair and ear. Hairs prickled on my skin as a goosebump ran through my body.

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