Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-49. The investigation

[Ezra]

~You asked if you wrote it right. And I said all your jumbled words make more sense to me than the verses of classic poems and paintings of famous artists.~

~I wish I had the same ability to comprehend myself as I deciphered you once. Maybe then I'd be able to rest the storm that plagues me.~

~I am soaked in the rain of your memories that I drown at every drizzle and fail to find a way to breathe in this downpour.~

~I knew you had been through storms so I dared not ask the damage, for I thought we'd find a refuge together and I was a fool to believe that would be enough.~

I leafed through the journal, reading whatever random lines my eyes fell on.

I lifted my gaze off the words scribbled on dead pages and peered at the jet area of the Glass palace.

I spun around on the chair and faced the desk in my office again. Placing the journal on the desk, I picked up a pen, turning over to a blank page.

The nib of the pen rested against the blank page and the ink dispersed into the page in an intricate pattern.

"Ugh!"

I reclined back in the chair, facing the ceiling as words rang in my head.

'Let's go home... together... we'll make it...'

Embarrassment crawled up my body.

"Damn it! I'm driving myself nuts!" I grunted, running fingers through my hair in frustration. "Seriously? What took over me that night? Out of all the people, I had to be like that with her! Ah! I am losing it! I am-"

'Yeah. Yeah. Ezra is a fucking moron. Tell me something new. You've been telling this to yourself ever since you returned from the mortal world,' Odeus, my demon wolf, grunted in my head. 'I'm trying to have a moment of peace here. But in your head, there cannot be peace. Damn you, man! Get a life!'

I sprang to my feet, banging my hands beside the journal. The journal jumped a few inches away from the desk before it fell back on it.

'If she is bothering you so much, just do something about her,' Odeus said. "What?" I snapped.

'I don't know! Fuck her, maybe? Because she has been on your fucking mind all the time and I'm starting to miss your otherworldly physics equations and theories and laws and stuff. How about we go back to having stars and galaxies colliding in your mind? Because now they seem more sufferable to me than your idiotic nonsense!'

"She's not on my mind. I am on my own mind. Why did I have to get so worked up? And then I said those stupid things. It boils my blood!" I almost yelled at myself.

Odeus turned silent and I could feel him sigh.

'Then write. Like you did years ago. If she's not the one fucking with your mind, then you shouldn't have a problem writing in that journal. Let your thoughts bleed when they want to. Asher was right when he gave this journal back to you. He knew you'd need it again.'

"I am not sick!" I growled. "I don't need this journal stupidity to get control over myself. I'm perfectly fine."

'Asher is always right. That's all I know. Have a good night and stop thinking about her!'

Odeus snapped before retreating further back into my head.

my jaws, I glared at my reflection on the computer screen and

from you... Because I know... none of you will choose me... Tell me, Alpha Ezra... would you choose me over your Luna

I clenched my fists.

to even ask that question to me? And who the

roughly, I glared at the journal and I was about

as its ink bled into my fingers. I flopped back into my chair, taking a deep breath, but the suffocation didn't leave my

gone for the

my hand over my eyes as the image of Xanthea being fucked on my bike flashed in my mind, closely followed by

pack. Thank you for

chest.

is getting on my nerves." I spoke through

to accept that she had somehow triggered me and no matter

was I couldn't throw it away. It was still buried inside me like a time capsule ticking slowly, like a time bomb waiting to

took a deep breath and finally addressed the knocking

I said. "What was so urgent it couldn't wait until

in my office. She walked closer to my desk and her eyes fell on my hands

projected the information in glowing words in the air. Using the in-built keyboard and mouse on my digital desk, she controlled the display of information on the wide screen. "This is all you wanted to know about Xanthea.

looked at the displayed

urgent? You could have just sent me the soft copy,"

outsider?" I asked,

hands across her chest and crossing her leg over the

royal palace and had deep knowledge of herbology. The knowledge Xanthea has is from her mother. Freya Plath came from a poor Plath family that

full experience. You won't find the

less the Alpha

of hers, which meant

are rogues accepted in packs

"Of course not."

Valdimir accept Freya

he fell in

"What rubbish!?"

crazy shit

mother, and I want to find out what. Also, any updates on why her good-for-nothing brother, what was his

did

Virgo, who ordered his son to

pen crack

"Why?"

can't really find out why until he comes out of the coma. But a sane answer would be... mortals tend to bury or burn the memories or belongings of their dead family members." "Xanthea is not dead-" my voice came

them she is. Moreover, that place belonged to his mistress. So maybe he wanted to close that chapter of his life for good. Maybe those jerks thought Xanthea would never return.

in my chair, I swiped left on my desk that glowed soft blue beneath my fingers and the footage from the Virgo family

to secretly investigate Xanthea's house, and that Virgo vermin of a family

decent amount of money in Xanthea's account every month. So, I have mixed opinions about the Virgo Alpha. But Xanthea never used his money. She earned and supported

Virgo family and the pack were outright abusive to her. From physical harm to mental torture to bullying and harassing her. Especially Nikolai," Nesryn

narrowed my eyes and stopped swiping

palace was harmed the