Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-54. Healer bazaar

[Xanthea]

Healer Bazaar: Where magic meets medicine

Catering needs of healers since the beginning of the time.

(In collaboration with Helxton and Wrengmore)

I read the words on the arched wooden hoarding.

Multi-storey buildings flanked the cobblestone pathway.

There was something about the vibe of this place that filled me with excitement and fear.

It looked shady and sophisticated at the same time, as though it was some high-end black market for millionaire mafia and drug dealers. The place was too much to take in at the first glance.

The market was brimming with public and all kinds of people, creatures and demons. And not just the land, but air too. The creatures who could fly did their shopping directly from the second floor and above.

The gray and dark ambience of the place was illuminated by the yellow and golden lightbulbs that looked out of place yet aesthetic. As we passed by, I caught sight of my reflection in the glass facade of a nearby shop.

Before coming here, Ezra took me to a private boutique where I changed my clothes.

I wore a light gray above knee dress with sparkles scattered across the net fabric. My hair was styled with a silky gray bow. I wore matching tie up heels and light makeup.

And Ezra put on an informal attire with a dark green hoodie, beige pants and a cap. He also hid his alpha presence. He probably wanted to hide his identity.

My heart leaped into my throat as I flinched away from the path of the spiders and scorpions that were about the size of a dog. A man in a hooded robe walked in between them, holding their leashes that were attached to spiders' pincers and scorpions' stingers.

I gaped at them until they went out of sight and disappeared into the crowd.

My eyes went to several students wearing scrubs and lab coats. They hoarded around a wooden stall under the tent that levitated above their heads.

SALE! SALE! Trending healer fashion at an affordable price!

I read a banner that floated like a snake above our heads.

"Watch out for raining snakes!"

"Yeah! Watch out for raining snakes! Hahaha!"

A group of winged children, their bat-like wings flapping violently, swooped overhead, knocking over a basket on the third floor of a building as they passed.

I gasped, freezing where I stood as I saw the snakes falling freely right towards me.

Turning on his heels, Ezra pulled me to his other side. With a deft motion of his hand, he grabbed a vintage umbrella that an old lady used as a walking stick and shielded me from the snakes.

The snakes hissed as they hit the ground, raising their heads. I walked closer to Ezra, clutching the front of his hoodie. He wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me off the ground, away from the snake's direct reach.

Ezra's one growl and all the snakes slithered away.

"Not my snakes again! You brat! Come back here! Devil's love!" The vendor cursed. He said love as though it was somehow analogous to fuck.

"No manners! These days! Kids out of the cage! Put them back in that damn dungeon! Smack the life out of them!" The old lady grumbled. She had flopped on the floor without her umbrella's support and from her temper, I could tell that she was in no mood to accept an apology.

Not that I expected Ezra to apologize.

But I didn't expect him to create another chaos to drown away this one either.

"Hellhounds on the loose! Hellhounds on the loose! Save your ass! Get away! Run!" He shouted.

broke into chaos.

man who looked like police ran

It's you brats!" He pointed his microphone

my head, standing

Time to run!" Ezra

her the umbrella before he grabbed my hand and we

knocked off the stuff from vendors to hinder the police's path and stopped only once we entered a narrow and dark alleyway. "Kiss

"What?"

"Pretend. Fast!"

around his neck and

of us

them behind the bars today!" I heard

have gone that

following

them were gone, I bit my lips, breaking into

eyes lingering on my lips

I couldn't stop

that? And what are hellhounds and why is everyone scared of them?" I smiled, suppressing my laughter. Licking my lips, I

me against the wall as he deepened the kiss. His lips were hungry against mine, wanting more, demanding more. I shut my eyes, my heart still

more

die, but they can get hurt pretty badly. And to answer your second question, we ran because it was fun and it has been years since I had this kind of fun. As for being an Alpha. That's my rank, angel, not my identity. Right now, I am a husband who earns just enough to

dropped to

being my husband is your

say that, but why not? You have some wife duties towards me as well.

control to strength potion to keep love alight all night. We have it all, we sell it all! You desire, we serve. Come get

He shut his eyes with a hard

himself from me, and we came out of the alley. He scrolled on his phone, reading the list

need to get you the standard healer's potion kit

followed him

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sparkling glass vials adorned with large gems as their lids. The colorful potion that filtered light in such a way, it was impossible to not be captivated. The store was furnished like a branded jewelry store. "Helxton

tray of clattering glass vials

vials." Ezra pointed towards the

premium vials, sir. They will be more expensive

the counter before the lady. Her eyes widened as she skimmed her eyes from the card to Ezra's face that was partially hidden behind the shadow

she yelled, looking towards the door that probably led to an

fidgety. She looked

we prepare your order,

strength potion for my wife to boost her stamina." Ezra looked at me.

pretending to

pack it, but these potions must be taken under a healer's supervision," the owner said. I could feel

my brother is a healer. And I can guarantee he, too, would love to increase our

air, I

at the vials with tapering pointed ends that looked like horns. The pink and blue light in them seemed to be alive and swirled around the circular

change

made of horns of baby unicorns," she said with a proud

as the horror behind the production of those vials flashed before

stored in them get enhanced considerably," the owner said. "But they are not for sale. They have been the pride of our store for generations. They are more like a family treasure.

owner looked at him, agape. My head

did he say?

dare devil.

"Five millions," Ezra raised.

"Sir-"

sale or not. If my wife wants it, she'll have it. My wife owns everything she lays her eyes on.