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.

couldn't tell if he was serious or just

fingers through

be..."

was out of his reach, 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

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

lifted his gaze to

when he squeezed my ass

pull, he split my

pulsated harder against

before running it up my thighs. He caressed my inner thigh. I tried to close

heat when he stroked my slit through my

stepped away from him, breathing heavily as my head snapped

bundling the

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

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

of his cabin

in her heartbeats and in the

to have stopped as

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

walked round the table

"Sit," he said.

nurse and then at the couch,

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

you too eager to get on your knees?" He mocked. "Sit here." He glanced at the

a sharp look at him

lips. "Sit..." His word came out as a threat this time. He was serious. He wanted me to sit between

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

the nurse from the corner of my eyes, I trudged on

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

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

stay calm when all I could feel was embarrassment knotting in

nails dug into my palm. Reluctantly, I trudged closer to

at the nurse, who held her gaze low, but

wrist and

space between us in that position, I tried my best to sit on the edge of the couch.

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

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

whisper escaped

closed my legs, trying to gather whatever cloth

impatient, are we now?" He murmured in my ears, his lips nestled against my hair and ear.

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on my thigh made

not in front of... please..."