Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-64. My revenge

[Xanthea]

"Doctor! Call the doctor!" Meesa howled. "My baby! My Lia! Lia! Sweety! Respond to mamma! Baby!"

Taking a knife from the table, I walked closer to Nathalia.

"What do you want?" Meesa looked at the knife in my hand, hugging Nathalia protectively.

Nathalia was partially unconscious, her breaths faint and faltering.

"My revenge," I said, my voice low and detached as I knelt beside Nathalia and reached out to check her throat.

"What are you doing? Keep your filthy hands away from my daughter!" Meesa shoved away my hand. "Don't touch her, you wench-"

With stalled breaths, Meesa withdrew her hand as I pointed the knife at her.

"Mom! That's not what you call your daughter. I guess we need to set new ground rules to become a family again, Meesa," I said, coldly peering into her soul through her eyes. "And number one, keep your hands to yourself or I will break them." I smiled. "Don't worry, I will heal them later. This has been our love language, right? Hurting and healing each other? Pretending nothing's wrong."

Petrified, Meesa looked at the knife and then at me. I wasn't joking or playing around and maybe she felt it, too.

Checking Nathalia's breaths and pulse, I made Nathalia lie flat on her back and tilted her head upwards so she could breathe better. Using the knife, I cut off her clothes across her torso. "Nathalia! Can you hear me?" I patted her cheek.

She tried to breathe through her mouth, but couldn't.

Putting the knife aside, I placed my hand on her chest, starting the CPR. Locking my mouth with hers, I gave her breaths after every thirty chest compressions.

After a while, Nathalia's eyes widened as she gasped and broke into wheezes. She frantically held her neck, taking in deep breaths.

"Lia!" Nikolai and Meesa called out to her together.

I checked her pulses and breaths again. They were returning to normal. It took her a while to regain complete consciousness and when she did-

"Mom! Mom!" Shivering and frenzied, she sat up on her own and crawled away from me to her mother.

"It looks like she doesn't have any neck injuries, but it'll be better to take her to the hospital and have her checked thoroughly," I said.

I got up, breathing heavily as I trudged towards the dining table.

Sitting on the chair, I put aside the knife and clenched my hands together, trying to ignore Meesa's and Nathalia's united sobs and Nikolai's panicked voice as he checked on his sister.

forward on the table,

I just wanna go back home. But where exactly is

I came

fall far from the tree. You are just like your mother - an ungrateful, characterless

my eyes, I

change easily,

a little tipsy because of the

be," Nikolai said, keeping his glare fixed at

to talk

Nikolai's care, Meesa faced

you the way I did? Because you are the living proof of my husband's betrayal and your mother's conceit and decisiveness. Kid?" she chuckled. "Don't make me laugh! You were the kid who reminded me every day of how

aside. I really hate this fruit so much. God, this is so

probably peering at the fruits rolling across the dining table, then

and on the other she helped me bear children with her unusual medicines. Pain and happiness, it was all started by

mother helped you-" Getting up from the chair, I turned my head to

Meesa nodded.

help me with my barrenness. She gained my trust only to break it into millions of pieces. So, I couldn't bear to let 'you' take away the rights

leaving your burden on me! And what did my husband say? Raise my Thea as your own! The child of a fucking mistress was raised by the luna of the pack. You are a fucking insult, Xanthea

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lips. I looked

and I understand where your pain comes from, but I didn't deserve to become an outlet for your emotions. I understand your hatred, but..." I shut my eyes, trying

do all my life. It was unjust, unfair to me. I just wanted a little love, a little acceptance. I just wanted to be seen and accepted and celebrated like Nikolai and Nathalia were. I just wanted to feel like a normal kid. Loved, cared

it was!" Meesa howled. Holding her chest,

her eyes blankly, feeling a numbing tremble crawl up

thing to do. So I regret nothing. What you did to me was wrong. Your emotional baggage is not mine to

ungrateful wench!"

"Mom! Enough!" Nikolai intervened.

the tightness building

I am going to become a

don't even know what she was like and you worship that wench of a

brows, I grimaced

"Freya Plath," I said.

real name? Are

at her,

of the person whose identity your mother stole. Freya Plath is not your mother. And identity theft is the worst of the worst crimes. Where does your mother stand on your moral compass now? No one knows where she came from. No one knows her name.

my voice, clenching my fist. "My mother was a wonderful, beautiful woman. She was capable and confident and maybe that is why father chose her over you! He loved her