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.

was serious

fingers through his

it be..."

grabbed my hips and yanked me closer to him. I held his

inches away from his face. I tried to make some distance,

his

gasp when he squeezed

he split my dress, exposing

harder

from my ankle to my shin and slowly trailed it behind my knees before running it up my thighs. He caressed my inner thigh. I tried to

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

stepped away from him, breathing heavily as my head snapped towards the door

split dress, bundling

squatting on the floor, he peered at me with a mischievous look lightening up

sat back on the couch, organizing the books and reports on the glass

of his

heartbeats and in the faltering of her steps as she stood with

from her to Raven. The time seemed to have stopped as

called was gone as soon as I looked at him and

table and

"Sit," he said.

nurse and then at the couch,

no idea what he planned to do, but he loved humiliating me, so maybe he

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

sharp look at him as he

the side of his face rested against his fist, a smirk playing upon his lips.

glance. She lowered her head, keeping her

the corner of my eyes, I trudged on the

sit on the couch. Please let it be the couch. Just the

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

trying to stay calm when all I

my palm. Reluctantly, I trudged closer to

her

my wrist

us in that position, I tried my best to sit on the edge of the couch. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he pulled me against himself, closing all the distance between

when Raven held my hand. Instead of

my chest as his hands made their

whisper

legs, trying to gather whatever cloth I could

murmured in my ears, his lips nestled against my hair and ear. Hairs prickled on my skin as a goosebump

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his hand on my

of... please..." I mumbled.