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.

he was serious

ran his fingers through his hair in

be..."

his reach, he grabbed my hips and yanked me closer to him.

face. I tried to make some distance, but his grip was firm on

lifted his gaze to

when he squeezed my ass before sliding his hands down

powerful pull, he split

harder

tried to close

he stroked my slit through my panties. I felt weak

heavily as my head snapped towards the door of his

clutched my split dress, bundling the fabric

peered at me with a mischievous

up and sat

said. The door of his

the faltering of her steps as she stood

Raven. The time seemed to have stopped as Raven's impending decision on her punishment hung in the air.

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

the table and

"Sit," he said.

and then at the couch, table, and

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

on your knees?" He mocked. "Sit here." He

look at him as he

on the armrest, and the side of his face rested against his fist, a smirk playing upon his lips. "Sit..." His

head, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor. I dropped my

of my eyes, I trudged on the other side of

sit on the couch. Please

let me make this clear for you. Sit on my lap," Raven said it out

to stay calm when all I could feel

nails dug into my palm. Reluctantly, I trudged closer

nurse, who held her gaze

grabbed my wrist and

knew it was useless to make any space between us in that position, I tried my best to sit on the edge of the couch. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he

I was about to cover my leg when Raven held my hand. Instead of hiding, he exposed

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

trembling whisper

closed my legs, trying to gather whatever cloth I could

lips nestled against my hair and ear. Hairs prickled on my skin as a

to visit 5s.org for the full experience.

while his hand on my thigh made

now. Not here... not in front of... please..." I mumbled.