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.

reflection on the

I know... none of

I clenched my fists.

smashing my hand across my 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. If you don't, I will

I was about to hurl it across the office,

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 the

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

pack. Thank you for doing this for me. I'm

churned in my chest. My cock throbbed,

girl is getting on my nerves." I

she had somehow triggered me and no

stupidity that I buried inside 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

a deep breath and finally addressed the knocking at the door

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

office. She walked closer to my desk and her eyes fell on my hands and then at me. Sitting in

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 wide screen. "This is all you wanted to

at the displayed

sent me the soft copy," I said, skimming my

outsider?" I asked,

leaned back in the chair, folding her hands across her chest and crossing her leg over the

Freya Plath. An omega, 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 lived in the Leo pack. But they were expelled from the Leo pack on account of stealing. They remained rogues for a while until they immigrated to

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mistress, no less

of hers, which

in packs this easily in the mortal

"Of course not."

Valdimir accept Freya and her

fell

"What rubbish!?"

crazy shit

mother, and I want to find

that shit. Why did he burn

was her father, Valdimir Virgo, who ordered his son

heard the pen crack in my

"Why?"

be... mortals tend to bury or burn the memories or belongings of their dead family members." "Xanthea is not dead-" my voice came out as a

So maybe he wanted to close that chapter of his life for good. Maybe those jerks

that glowed soft blue beneath

to find out, so I asked Nesryn to secretly investigate Xanthea's house, and that Virgo

about the Virgo Alpha. But Xanthea never used his money. She earned and supported herself and her education." "Now...

the Virgo family and the pack were outright abusive to her. From

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set in their pack, Virgo palace was harmed the most and