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.

not keeping it

Strange. Maybe he called by

up!" The girl panted

Cedric was about to hang

I said,

Hey!" Cedric said, a little

"What are you doing?"

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

I even

"It's morning, Cedric!"

"One-morning-stand?"

at the

in the assassination branch of Helxton,

a year late to congratulate me on my admission, but

I lifted my brows.

I wanted to ask what you need to go through college nowadays? Like what devices and apps do you need in your

be an assassin? Leave something for me, bro. Otherwise, how else am I

took his name

this flip-flop kinda laptop. You know that one which is a laptop but can turn into a tablet and has a stylus pen attached to it so you can type and write. Whatever suits you. Your

are to join the

don't you ask,

I don't wanna," I

Well. That's kind 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

entered the tech section of my

the

why do you need all this

know where to get a living skeleton better than me. I don't even want

Alpha. Do you need something?" The head of

***

entered Asher's penthouse to the delicious aroma

cooking was next

not?" I heard Raven's

can make it..."

Raven squinted his eyes.

drink stuff others make for him. As you might have noticed, his house had not a

I can live however I want. I

building between the two of them as I walked

Like Raven said, Asher had always been reluctant to

there has been an

I looked at Xanthea.

because he knew there was nothing in the

Asher's oversized shirt. Standing by the kitchen island, she nervously clenched the hem of Asher's shirt, her fingers fidgeting

shot a glance at Raven, who met his

sighed. Asher liked doing his work himself and there was nothing more to

silent, which clearly pissed Raven off

talking to you,

I said, walking closer to

towards me. Her tensed eyes softened and she let out a subtle sigh, as though she was

breakfast. I hope you made extra, Asher, because I am starving," I said, walking

like it

you make it,"

and I stood in between them, helping both of them in turns, passing them stuff they

hated cooking, but

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