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 computer screen and a fresh memory

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 you choose

I clenched my fists.

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

my words. Breathing roughly, I glared at the journal and I was about to

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

have gone

Xanthea being fucked on my bike flashed in my mind, closely followed by the image of me fucking her on the car right

my b-burning pack. Thank you for doing this for me. I'm

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

is getting on my nerves." I spoke

to accept that she had somehow triggered me

journal was some bizarre 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 at

finally addressed

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

eyes fell on my hands and then at me. Sitting in front of me on the chair,

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. Her life in the Virgo pack, her family history and her relationships

looked at

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

an outsider?" I asked,

chair, folding her hands across her chest and

is from her mother. Freya Plath came from a poor Plath

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

mistress, no less the Alpha of the Virgo pack,"

picture of hers, which meant

accepted in packs

"Of course not."

accept Freya and her family in

fell in

"What rubbish!?"

do crazy shit when

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

that shit. Why did he burn down

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

pen

"Why?"

would 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 low growl

of his life for good. Maybe those jerks thought Xanthea would never return. At least, not alive," Nesryn said. "I mean, look at what happened with your previous

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

to secretly investigate Xanthea's house, and

Alpha. But Xanthea never

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

and stopped

their pack, Virgo palace was harmed the most and so