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.

inner thighs, I mindlinked the nurse in the castle to bring me a potion kit and warm

few minutes later, the nurses entered the room with their heads bowed, kept the things

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

Where did he take

to avoid Ezra's drone surveillance. "Xanthea!

was now cradling her

prepare a sleeping potion. Let

Ezra frowned.

can you be so unbothered, huh?" Ezra snapped

don't understand is why are you so bothered about her? Her family issues! Her mental

Ezra glared at me.

She can't go to the college in this condition," Ezra said, and laid her gently on the bed, wiping her legs with the wet towel. I took

"We'll see-"

and I promise you won't like them," Ezra said stoically. "Ok. Ok. Let's calm down. Shall we? She's comfortable. She's ok. She's

you

don't remember you ever having a healer's license," I almost snapped at him. Ezra stared at me blankly,

"Hey, relax. Ok?"

eyes, running

of dropping the solo sex rules.

said he hurt her," Ezra said, peering at Xanthea. "She could have

of control while he took her. She doesn't have any internal injury. She is in her heat, her body is more than capable of handling this

"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.

"Like what?"

was hurting too!" Ezra got up

at him for a few seconds and then

joke? Asher and hurting? That man feels

as he clenched his jaws, clearly biting back words he

the room thickened,

as insensitive as you, because if I was,

getting offended

as he skimmed his eyes from me to

her," he said, getting up from the

going now?" I asked as he opened

Asher," he said and

nonchalantly and took

times because of Asher." I clicked my tongue. "Well, looks like it's

the potion aside on the nightstand. It would help her body recover faster, but she couldn't drink the potion

wounds and bruises on her body, but their marks would fade

to Helxton any longer. She had to be on her feet by

oil on her body and massaged her

up

herself against

type of massage, little omega. But enjoy

eyes kept traveling back to her neck and the bite

between them and I wanted to know what it was to cause her such

sex just blew her mind. She wanted more,

hated every thought my mind was coming up with, but for some reason,

when she was

down from the bed when her fingers weakly tugged at

she mumbled in

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

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