Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter 49

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.

I glared at my reflection on the computer screen and a fresh

could from you... Because I know...

I clenched my fists.

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

breath, I stopped my words. Breathing roughly, I glared at the journal and I was about to hurl it across the office, but I

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

have gone

my 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

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

my chest.

my nerves." I spoke through my

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

It was still buried inside me like a time capsule ticking slowly, like a time bomb waiting to explode

a deep breath and finally addressed the knocking at

urgent it couldn't wait until tomorrow?"

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

digital desk, she controlled the display of information on the wide screen. "This

at the displayed

could have just sent me the soft copy,"

mother was an outsider?"

across her chest and crossing her leg

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

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by becoming someone's mistress, no less

picture of hers, which meant Nesryn

are rogues accepted in packs

"Of course not."

why did Valdimir accept Freya and her

he fell in

"What rubbish!?"

Mortals do crazy shit when they are in

this. Something doesn't feel right about Xanthea's mother, and I want to find out what. Also,

did

was her father, Valdimir Virgo, who ordered his son to burn down her

pen crack in my

"Why?"

out of the coma. But a sane answer would be... mortals tend to bury or burn the memories or

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 said. "I mean, look

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

others to find out, so I asked Nesryn to secretly

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

and the pack were outright abusive to her. From physical harm

narrowed my eyes and stopped swiping as Nikolai's profile

pack, Virgo palace was harmed the

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