Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-57. Embraced darkness

[Ezra]

Xanthea groaned, clutching her head as she struggled to recover from the impact of the realm jump. Her heartbeats turned more erratic. She glanced at me before turning her frenzied gaze outside the window as she scanned the roads of the Virgo pack for any sign of danger. Taking a tight gulp, she remained silent, her fists tightly clenched on her laps.

"Alpha..." she said, almost out of breath.

I didn't reply and kept driving.

Xanthea's hands trembled as she pressed them against the window, her breath turning into subtle gasps. She appeared more alarmed and paranoid, as though she firmly believed that her family and pack would attack her the moment they saw her.

"What's the most luxurious mall in your pack?" I asked, breaking the silence between us.

She kept peering outside the car window. I bet the voices in her mind were so loud right now; she couldn't even hear my voice. "Xanthea!"

"Huh!?" she gasped, snapping her neck in my direction.

"What's the biggest mall around?" I reiterated, lifting a brow.

"Why are we here?" she asked.

Straight to the point, huh?

"Shopping," I said.

"Are we?" she asked, staring at me..

I sighed.

"Don't you wanna know what happened to your family after the fire?" I asked with a stoic face, staring at the road ahead of me.

Stalling her breaths, she peered at me, but I could tell in one glance she was zoning out.

"No..." Her voice came out fainter than a whisper. "I don't want to know a thing about them. I-I just don't wanna go back to them. Please alpha, take me back to the Infernal pack, please..."

"But I want your family to know what happened to you. They are way too happy thinking you are dead-"

"I don't care what they think!" she raised her voice, shutting her eyes tightly. "I have been dead to them from the moment I was born. It doesn't matter what they think of me now. It's good that they think I am dead. I just don't wanna go back there. Please alpha..." My jaws clenched at her words.

I could only imagine the horrors they put her through for hell to become a better place than home. The same hell that mortals feared by their wits.

we entered the city, Xanthea's restlessness

She looked at me, clutching the fabric of her dress over her thigh in her fists. Her breath was rapid and shallow. "Are you going to leave me with them?" Her heartbeats turned unbearable for me. I couldn't even imagine how she was holding

because you don't want me to attend college,

sight of her terrified expression pierced through me like a

won't go. I'll do anything you say,

her face as she begged, and I felt something snap deep within

are worried I'll burn down this worthless pack again, then

you don't understand... I-I...

out to wipe off her tears, she flinched and my

wouldn't be easy, but it

my eyes,"

bit

at me, Xanthea!" I

her body, she opened her eyes and looked

to return to

she was right now mentally, how disturbed she was psychologically and how desperate she was

stop me from sharing this part of my life with her "...

jitter in her aura came to a sudden standstill. For a moment, there was disbelief in her eyes and then sheer

I have been where you are. There is not an emotion you feel I haven't already felt. I have been unwanted, unwelcomed, an eyesore -

a shift in the way she looked at me. Although I tried to not look at her again, I couldn't help stealing glances at

full experience. You won't find the next chapter anywhere

steering

part of me, but at that moment, it just felt like the right thing to do. Quickly swallowing the lump

while you never knew your mother, I knew a mother who wished I was never born, who hated..." I paused, taking a deep

tongue across my inner cheek before I

your brothers? How did you turn out to be this? Why are you so worthless? Incompetent," I chuckled, repeating my mother's words exactly how they were etched on my mind. "I have been my mother's biggest failure."

care whether you existed or not, I had a father who made

normal, it had lost all its power it once had over me. "But that's not what matters. What matters is what I learned when I was below the rock bottom. Weak will always suffer, irrespective of their origin. Alpha omega doesn't matter. Kindness, smartness, purity. None

until I realized it was only I who could help myself. Only me. So I swore to myself that I'd get stronger, no matter the price I paid, no matter how that strength corrupted my mind and soul. And I regret nothing I did to get where I

paused, holding back the disaster wreaking havoc

too late to realize how desperately, madly, I needed this power, this strength. But there's still time for you, angel. Your kindness won't save you, but your corruption will. You'll have to pay the price,

with her hand as she looked away, as if it was too unbearable to even look

know you don't realize it now, but you will need power in the coming future, especially to fight against

peered at me blankly, breathing through her

I smiled faintly.

brides couldn't even dream of, and it was because you were somehow so fragile, yet so strong. Mentally, mostly. But you'll need

I could. That's why he asked me not to get too attached to her.

I looked at Xanthea.