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.

on the

I'd run as far away as I could from you... Because I know... none of you will

I clenched my fists.

desk, scattering the files, papers, stationary, and gadgets on the floor. "I'd never choose you. Who do you think you are to even ask that question to me? And who the hell do you think you are to reject me!? You will come to me when I call.

the journal and I was about to hurl it across the office, but I stopped and securely placed it in

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

have gone for

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

p-pretty, my b-burning pack. Thank you for doing this

chest. My cock throbbed, pulsating against my

getting on my nerves." I spoke through

triggered me and no matter what I did, I couldn't calm myself

me. The only problem 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 explode all at once. Knock.

and finally addressed

urgent it couldn't wait

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

the wide screen display that 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

at the displayed

have just sent me the soft copy," I said, skimming my eyes through the

was an outsider?" I asked, looking at

in the chair, folding her hands across her

no one special, loved gardening, was a florist in 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

for the full experience. You won't

future by becoming someone's mistress, no less the Alpha of

was no picture of hers, which meant Nesryn couldn't find

accepted in packs

"Of course not."

did Valdimir accept Freya

fell

"What rubbish!?"

Mortals do crazy shit

find out what. Also, any updates on why her good-for-nothing brother, what was his name?"

that shit. Why did he burn down her

me it was her father, Valdimir Virgo, who ordered

heard the pen crack in

"Why?"

mortals tend to bury or burn the memories or belongings

to his mistress. So maybe he wanted to close that chapter of his life for good. Maybe those jerks thought Xanthea would never return. At least, not alive," Nesryn

left on my desk that glowed soft blue beneath my

secretly investigate Xanthea's house, and

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

outright abusive to her. From physical harm

narrowed my eyes and stopped swiping as Nikolai's profile

their pack, Virgo palace was harmed the most and so was everyone inside