Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-73. Mateless infernals

[Raven]

"Asher!" Ezra called out just as Asher shut the door behind him.

Xanthea sat on the bed, frozen like a statue, as she peered at the closed door with petrified eyes. The way tears trailed down her flushed cheeks, it seemed as if she was having a completely involuntary reaction to a shock. Asher's scent dominantly marked her scent, burying the seductive fragrance of her heat beneath his. The scent was strong enough to intimidate and repel an ordinary demon werewolf far away from her.

I slid Asher's shirt down her shoulders, revealing her body covered in bite marks, hickeys and bruises left behind by finger grips on her hips, thighs, wrists and ankles.

My frown deepened.

Rough sex was one thing, but after seeing this - Asher wasn't just fucking her; he was trying to possess every inch of her body, leaving behind his claim as pain or pleasure; he didn't care. Asher had never been so obsessed with anything or anyone. Why her?

I contemplated her, narrowing my eyes. My eyes trailed over the bite marks, which were mostly concentrated near her neck and shoulder. Was he trying to... mark her?

I checked her thoroughly and breathed out only when I confirmed he didn't mark her, but it seemed as though he had a full intention of doing so.

That's odd.

Marking was a sacred ritual of the celestials and the mortals, not the infernals. Demons were never tempted to create a permanent bond through marking because the demon werewolves can't have mates.

Our ancestors were the fallen celestials, the celestial werewolves who were expelled from the Celestial realm and turned into demon werewolves who created a whole nother realm for themselves, which came to be known as the Infernal realm. Before our ancestors fell, the moon goddess took away their powers, authority and their access into the celestial realm. By doing so, she expelled them from the celestial system as well, which cursed the Infernals to remain mateless for eternity. Our wolves cannot sense their mates even if they have a mate by some rare chances, much less create a mate bond or claim their mates through marking.

There was a case that happened centuries ago, and it still remains a tragic mystery in the history of alchemy. Two teenage infernals marked one another for fun. After a few hours, both of them were brought to Helxton's hospital wing. The marks on their necks were infected as though they had been poisoned. The healers and alchemists tried everything they could, but there was no antidote to that poison.

Eventually, the poison spread throughout their bodies, turning them into living corpses. The healers tried to find the reason behind it, but couldn't. In the end, with the consent of their families, both of their bodies were burnt down into ashes. Later, when alchemists examined their souls, they found their spiritual composition to be almost similar. They concluded that the two could have been mates, but there was no way for us to confirm it. "Xanthea..." Ezra called out, bringing me out of my contemplation.

He tensed his brows, his eyes lingering on the bruise of the fingerprint on her neck.

I glanced at Ezra, who contemplated the bite marks on her neck, and I could tell he found it suspicious as well.

But there was no way Asher would even think of marking her. Why the hell would he do that?

I shoved those silly thoughts out of my brain. It was just sex, and I was clearly overthinking.

Maybe it was some kind of neck fetish..

I licked my lips, leering at her delicate neck. It does look tempting, especially when she tenses her body.

I ran my fingers over her bruises and bites, healing them slowly.

"Is it what I think-" Ezra began in a heavy tone.

"Nope," I said. Maybe he too thought that Asher marked her.

"Then why does she look so... hurt and lost?" Ezra asked.

"She isn't crying because of physical pain. If anything, I think she enjoyed herself, had a great time with Asher given how she doesn't have the heat fever anymore."

"Then why? What did he do to her?" Ezra asked me.

"Ezra, it's not rocket science. Don't use the brain you don't have. It's very clear what he did - he fucked her," I shrugged.

Ezra gave me a side look and sat beside her on the bed.

"Xanthea, baby..."

He tried to make her look at him, but her eyes were still locked on the door as though she were still expecting for the door to open and for Asher to walk in.

the nurse in the castle to bring me a potion kit and warm wet

with their heads

recovery and stamina potion for her, Ezra took the wet towel and wiped her face, neck, and chest. Xanthea still hadn't snapped out

Where did he take

where Asher took her. Even in spy-proof areas, it was difficult to avoid

and Ezra was

don't need to prepare a sleeping potion.

Ezra frowned.

be so unbothered, huh?" Ezra snapped

why are you so bothered about her? Her family issues! Her mental problems! Why do you

Ezra glared at me.

her admission. She can't go to the college in this condition," Ezra said, and laid her gently

"We'll see-"

am not asking you, I am telling you. If you still don't agree, I have other ways and I promise you won't like them," Ezra said stoically. "Ok. Ok. Let's calm down. Shall we? She's

you

yourself? But I don't remember you ever having

"Hey, relax. Ok?"

running my fingers

already frustrated because Asher made us rethink our decision of dropping the solo sex rules. And the way

said, peering at Xanthea. "She could have

not look like it, Asher was definitely in a lot of control while he took her. She doesn't have any internal injury. She is in her heat, her body is more than capable

"But she is hurting."

because of physical wounds! She cries all the time. She is a sensitive omega and maybe the heat made her more sensitive. Maybe it's just her mood swings. Who knows? Mortal or immortal. Women are impossible to comprehend." "Then why

"Like what?"

hurting too!" Ezra got up from the

few seconds and then broke

me? Seriously, that wasn't a joke? Asher and hurting? That man

as he clenched his jaws, clearly

ambiance in the room thickened, becoming oppressively darker

as you, because if I was, I would have already punched your fucking

getting offended

softened as he skimmed his eyes from me to Xanthea. He tucked the blanket over her,

of her," he said,

are you going now?" I

he

nonchalantly and

thought my mood could be ruined twice in one night, and both times because of Asher." I clicked my tongue. "Well, looks like it's just

her body recover faster, but she couldn't drink the potion while

bruises on her body, but their marks

had no plans to delay her admission to Helxton any longer. She had to be on her feet by the morning and I would

on her side; I applied the herbal oil on her body and massaged her waist, hips, and legs. The oil and massage would help her with her soreness and

my hands up

herself

that type of massage, little omega. But enjoy all you

to her neck and the

had indeed happened between them and I wanted to know what it was

her mind. She wanted more, but Asher perhaps remembered he had

reason, I couldn't stop thinking of all possible scenarios. It was

was up. Meanwhile, I had to pick up the healing partner I had

from the bed when

mumbled in

her arms, hoping she'd cuddle it because I didn't have

"Please, Asher... don't go..."