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.

at my reflection on the computer screen and a fresh

if you called. In fact, I'd run as far away as I could from you... Because I know... none of you will choose me... Tell me, Alpha Ezra... would

I clenched my fists.

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

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

its ink bled into my fingers. I flopped back into my chair, taking a deep breath, but the suffocation

have gone for

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 car right before her ablaze

Ezra... It's p-pretty, my b-burning pack. Thank you for doing this for me. I'm happy...

bitterly scorching churned in my chest. My cock throbbed, pulsating against my

girl is getting on my nerves." I spoke through

somehow triggered

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 bomb waiting to explode all

a deep breath and finally addressed the knocking

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

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

desk, she controlled the display of information on the wide screen. "This is all you wanted to

at the displayed

was urgent? You could have just sent me the soft copy," I said, skimming my eyes

an outsider?" I asked,

back in the chair, folding her hands across

has is from her mother. Freya Plath came from a poor Plath family that lived in the

000005s.org for the full experience. You won't find the next

mistress, no less the Alpha of the Virgo pack," I mumbled, reviewing

was no picture of hers, which meant

accepted in packs this easily

"Of course not."

did Valdimir accept Freya and her family in

he fell in

"What rubbish!?"

crazy shit

on digging into this. Something doesn't feel right about Xanthea's mother, and I want to find

that shit. Why did

it was her father, Valdimir Virgo, who ordered

the pen

"Why?"

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

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. At least, not alive," Nesryn said.

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

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

the pack were outright abusive to her. From physical harm to mental torture to

narrowed my eyes and stopped swiping as Nikolai's profile popped

the fire I set in their pack, Virgo palace was harmed the most