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.

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wouldn't come 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

I clenched my fists.

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

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

the pen 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

shouldn't 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 car right before her ablaze

my b-burning pack. Thank you for doing this

my chest. My cock throbbed, pulsating

getting on my nerves." I spoke through my

difficult for me to accept that she had somehow triggered me and no matter what I did, I couldn't

was still buried inside me like a time capsule

addressed the knocking at the door of

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

I had created in my office. She walked closer to my desk and her eyes fell on

she controlled the display of information on the wide screen. "This is all you wanted to know about Xanthea. Her life in

looked at the

was urgent? You could have just sent me the soft copy," I

was an outsider?" I asked,

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

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

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less the Alpha of the Virgo pack," I mumbled,

was no picture of hers, which

rogues accepted in packs this easily in the

"Of course not."

Valdimir accept Freya

he fell

"What rubbish!?"

do crazy shit when they

this. Something doesn't feel right about Xanthea's mother, and I want to find out what. Also, any updates on why her good-for-nothing brother, what was

did he

to me it was her father, Valdimir Virgo,

heard the pen crack in

"Why?"

sane answer would be... mortals tend to bury or burn the memories or belongings of their dead family members." "Xanthea

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 at what happened with

in my chair, I swiped left on my desk that glowed soft blue

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

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 herself and her education." "Now... did she?" I peered at Xanthea's picture in the

the pack were outright abusive to her. From physical harm to mental torture to bullying and harassing her. Especially

eyes and stopped swiping as Nikolai's

pack, Virgo palace was harmed