Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-50. Failing again

[Ezra]

~It had been years since I thought about you until I did. But I am in my mind more often lately. With your thoughts that echo and scream so loud, I feel their reverberations in my heart.~

~She reminds me of you and she reminds me of you in ways I do not wish to be reminded. I hate myself for I am falling again, failing again and feeling again and I don't like it.~

I shut the journal, licking the saltiness off my lips.

Taking a deep breath, I concentrated on the burn in my chest that had turned even more bitter and excruciating. But my mind felt lighter than before. A lot less chaotic.

Although it took me the entire night to write two worthless, senseless, crappiest paragraphs of literature in my journal. And I wasn't even counting all the sentences I struck off, scribbled away. The unfinished sentences and the discarded ones that were now in the dustbin closed in the crumpled papers.

I had sent Asher and Raven everything Nesryn had gathered so far from the Virgo pack and the mortal realm.

Asher had seen the message, but didn't reply. Typical Asher, even his texts were cold, but his text space always felt warm, and it was not because of the fluffy black kitten in his profile picture.

It's something I can't explain. His mere presence and cold thoughtfulness were like irreplaceable support for me.

Meanwhile, Raven hadn't even seen the message yet. I think I knew why he hadn't checked his phone. His concentration was entirely on Xanthea right now. He seemed to have gotten into another insecurity game with Asher.

When we were young, Raven consistently wanted whatever possessions or toys Asher had, but once Raven acquired them, he lost interest and wanted something else that had caught Asher's attention.

Maybe it was because our father always favored Asher more, because he was born to be the perfect demon Alpha. From his demon wolf, to his crown demonic abilities. Asher was our father's pride, so he always had his complete attention. Raven might not realize it, much less accept it, but he always craved our father's attention until he understood that nothing he did could replace Asher in our father's eyes.

So he stopped and defied our father and took a completely different route, making a completely unique identity of his own. He became a healer and then a number one alchemist.

When I look at Raven, I see his power, his hard-work and his strengths.

I wouldn't tell him, but he inspires me to keep striving and marching forward.

I peered at the leaves in his profile picture.

I wonder when he'll see that he doesn't have to beat Asher at anything. He was already winning in ways Asher never could.

But I knew there was nothing I could do to stop his insecurities. He wanted to possess Xanthea, and that was badgering me more than it should have.

And now, because of this sick game, she is going to Helxton.

Annoyance and anger merged into a throbbing pain in my head.

Tossing the journal on the couch, I got to my feet and then mounted a hoverboard.

Riding the hoverboard, I left my office and entered the elevator.

Contemplating Cedric's number on my phone for the entire way from my office to the car parking, I finally called him, riding the hoverboard out of the elevator.

"Yo, what's up Ezbro! To what do I have the honor of receiving your call?" Cedric said from the other side of the phone. "Especially so early in the morn? All good?"

I was about to disconnect the call when I stopped.

"Hello?" Cedric sounded confused.

"Who is it, Cedric?" A girl's moanful voice came from the other side of the phone.

I took the phone away from myself with a wince. Seriously?

"Shh! It's an important call, keep it low..." Cedric told the girl.

clearly not keeping it

Hmm. Strange.

The

Cedric was about to

said, clearing my

Cedric said, a

"What are you doing?"

"Uh... one-night-stand?"

I even

"It's morning, Cedric!"

"One-morning-stand?"

at the phone,

you're in the assassination branch of Helxton,

admission, but I'll take it. A year later, but

I lifted my brows.

what devices and apps do you need in your

be an assassin? Leave something for me, bro. Otherwise, how else am I supposed to kill you and your brothers and

I took his name in a

a tablet and has a stylus pen attached to it so you can type and write. Whatever suits you. Your company's latest model,

are to join the healing department?" I

you ask, brother

wanna," I

of a lucky coincidence. I am with someone from the healing department. Just wait a sec," Cedric said, and the voices turned into faint murmurs. Cedric responded after a while. "Ok... soooo you'll need a healing partner, diagnostic magical instruments, what else? Uh... an alive skeleton and... Helxton recommended healing

the tech section

me the rest," I

need all

do I need this stuff? Raven would know where to get a living skeleton better than me. I don't even want her to go to Helxton! What is wrong

Do you need something?" The head of

***

penthouse to the delicious

cooking was

coffee or not?" I heard Raven's voice

can make

Raven squinted his eyes.

As you might have noticed, his house had not

that. This is a lifestyle I have chosen. I can live however I want. I don't see why you

between the two of them as I walked into

been reluctant to eat or drink

recently there has been

I looked at Xanthea.

mortal realm, Asher drank the tea Xanthea made. Maybe it was because he knew there was nothing

nervously clenched the hem of Asher's shirt, her fingers fidgeting with the fabric. "Problem?" Raven scoffed, and I averted my eyes from her slender body. "You have severe trust issues and

glance at Raven, who met his gaze with

doing his work himself

remained silent, which clearly pissed Raven

am talking to you, you fucker! Reply!" Raven

Raven," I said, walking closer to the

tensed eyes softened and she let out a subtle sigh, as though she was relieved to see

questions what we do and how we live. Don't ruin the taste of such a delicious breakfast. I hope you made extra, Asher, because I am starving," I said, walking around the

like it strong?" Raven

like you make it,"

stood in between them, helping both

hated cooking, but I

Asher's shirtless body and Raven's revealed torso.