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.

tell if he was serious or just

fingers through his hair

it be..."

he grabbed my hips and yanked me closer to him. I held his shoulders to stop myself from colliding with him. "Alpha..." I inhaled sharply, my

away from his face. I tried to

his

gasp when he squeezed my ass before sliding

split my dress, exposing my left

pulsated harder against my

He caressed my inner thigh. I tried to close my legs when he halted my attempt, holding my

when he stroked my

instantly stepped away from him, breathing heavily as my head snapped

hastily clutched my split dress, bundling the fabric to

peered at me with

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

of his cabin opened

in the

to have stopped as Raven's impending decision on her punishment

he had called was gone as soon as I looked at him and found his gaze on

the table and stepped closer

"Sit," he said.

nurse and then at the couch, table, and

but he loved humiliating me, so maybe he wanted me to kneel. I was about to kneel

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

landed a sharp look at him as he sprawled on

of his face rested against his fist, a smirk playing upon his lips. "Sit..." His word came

nurse and I exchanged an uncomfortable glance. She lowered her head, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor. I dropped my gaze to

my eyes, I trudged on the other side of the

to sit on the

the insinuation, let me make this clear for

all

palm. Reluctantly, I trudged closer

held her gaze low, but it was still embarrassing and

Manspreading, he grabbed my wrist and pulled

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 pulled me against himself, closing all the distance

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

his hands made their way

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 goosebump ran through my body. "How

5s.org for the full experience. You won't find the next

breast while his hand on my thigh made its way into

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