Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-51. Balance between

[Xanthea]

My eyes fell towards the breakfast table where Asher, Raven, and Ezra sat together.

Ezra almost spilled the coffee while placing it on the table, but Raven saved it with a deft swoop of his one hand, balancing the mugs on the tray.

"Woah, Raven. Have I ever told you that you should join the sin circus? You'd be a hot deal there just like your coffee," Ezra clapped as though Raven had just shown a magic trick.

"And have I ever told you that you should join the mental asylum for deranged demons? I can book a bed for you there in no time at all," Raven glared at Ezra.

"You think I am mentally sick?" Ezra growled, and there was a sudden shift in the gravity around them. The air seemed to have thickened with their overpowering auras.

"You can't do one thing properly. There's nothing about you I can say is perfect. You are full of flaws. So maybe, who knows?" Raven grunted with a scowl.

Ezra clenched his jaws. Glaring, he squared up before Raven. Breaking into a cold sweat, I stared at them, apprehension tightening in my body. And just when I thought Ezra was about to punch Raven across his face, Ezra grabbed the coffee mug from the tray in Raven's hand and sat on the chair.

The bloodlust vanished from the air like it never existed.

"Well, at least I am perfect at being flawed..." Ezra sipped in the coffee, making loud slurping noises which was clearly annoying Raven even more. "I am flawlessly imperfect." He continued in a dreamy tone, like he was reciting the hymn of the universe. "Imperfectum est perfectio. Perfectio est illusionis. Imperfection is perfection and perfection is illusion. So, you are an illusion, Raven." He pointed his finger at Raven.

Ouch. That must have hurt, and it clearly did. I gaped at Raven.

"Oh, cut the crap!" Raven banged the coffee tray on the table.

"Hey! Hey! Calm down, brother. Calm down. It's not my fault. It's not your fault. It's all a predestined distraction." Ezra looked at the ceiling and I followed his gaze.

"Leave my ceiling alone," Asher cut in and I let out a silent chuckle.

"It's all her fault!" Ezra pointed his finger towards me and my reaction was so fast that I didn't even know when I turned my back towards them and concentrated on boiling the tea. "I was distracted because of her." "Leave my wife alone as well. You are just clumsy. End of argument," Asher said. I sneaked a glance at Asher.

Ezra opened his mouth, probably to argue more when Raven stuffed bread into his mouth.

Ezra sulkily chewed on the bread, the tension dispersing gradually. Raven's chuckle broke the remaining tension, and when Asher smiled, shaking his head in amusement, I knew I had nothing to worry about.

in my chest and I knew exactly where it was coming from. As much as I disliked admitting it, I couldn't deny that I had been alone for as long as I could remember. I had a father, but I always felt like an orphan and the family's touch, siblings' bond was a luxury

to be Nathalia. Would I have a family that loved me unconditionally? Would I have a father who spoiled me, a mother

Nathalia. He protected her, creating a safe space for her. It was heartwarming to see how happy, carefree and fearless she was because she knew her brother

deep breath to ease the heaviness

that whenever we see others have something we desire, we feel

have yearned to belong somewhere with someone way too long, and now that longing was crashing on me all at once, threatening to drown me within

built in my throat, I smiled to myself. Forget about putting up a facade for others. I often did that to myself because, whenever thoughts

of having. Food, water, clothes, home. And I always earned enough money to sustain myself. Pouring the

table. I didn't know if Raven and Ezra would drink the tea, but for some unknown reason, I thought it would be intelligent to brew them a cup of tea as

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you sent last night. Why are you doing it?"

Do you have a problem with it?" Ezra asked

they are not worth the time and attention you are

glared at Raven. But Raven's tone immediately

make them suffer hell on earth, man. I am with you. I have some funny

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How about I suck life right out of

toy with nature. You can make them suffer by staying in the limits the universe has defined for our kind. Like light and shadows, good and evil must persist together in

Asher blankly. I could feel a subtle tension building between them. It wasn't threatening like the strain between Asher and Raven, but it was just as heavy, even worse because it

those vermin. So the

to have no problem with their poisoning schemes. But I

And what did these people do to turn the

teacup on the table

said with a subtle

back at

didn't even want to imagine a situation where all three of them were in conflict. I hesitantly went round the table and placed the teacups before Raven and Ezra. Thankfully, they were too engrossed

back beside Asher and retreated from

and ideologies, they shared a

was glad to see this side of

poisons," Ezra smirked with a menacing glint flickering in