Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-74. Awakening

[Ezra]

"I knew I'd find you here," I breathed. My footsteps echoed as I stepped closer to the bar counter in Asher's penthouse.

The chandelier above cast a soft, golden glow that mingled with the darkness, creating an ambiance where one could drown and forget oneself in the haze of gin and smoke.

And as always, Asher sat alone at the borders of light and darkness, not to forget but to be forgotten.

Asher placed down the empty goblet on the cold marble countertop. As he reached out to pour more black wine, I picked up the wine bottle.

"Will it be ok if I pour the wine for you?" I asked.

Asher's eyes flickered towards me, blinked once in a brief acknowledgment before they drifted back to the sea of skyscrapers beyond the glass walls. The twinkling lights of the city reflected in his eyes, while his own remained blank. Sitting beside him, I poured him the wine.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked.

He slid his goblet towards me.

I peered at the faint glint of light from the chandelier dancing on the surface of the wine.

I smiled, curling my fingers around the stem of the goblet, lifted it in my hand, and placed it in front of him.

"I don't need your wine, Asher. I can join you by pouring another for myself," I said, serving myself wine in another goblet.

Asher hadn't changed at all, yet I wish I could say the Asher sitting beside me was the same as before.

Over the years, I had watched Asher fade with each sip of wine and puffs of cigarette, as though witnessing a star's death. I couldn't stop it, couldn't interfere with it. All I could do was watch as the child grew up and assumed that there were no more stars left in his eyes to dim - to die.

I was wrong.

There was still something left inside him, something that had rekindled the day his eyes found an angel. Something was saved that day, something that was probably dying today.

I had noticed all the changes in him ever since he saw Xanthea and I chose to ignore them. But something about him had changed so drastically tonight that there was no way I could let him be on his own. Something about him felt so off that I forgot how angry I was when I got here. All the questions I wanted to ask him had been summarized into a few words - 'are you ok?'

Asher took a small sip, and I followed him. Both of us peered outside the glass wall, taking in how big our pack actually was.

so sweet; it interfered with the

robe failed to hide. Wounds as trivial as those should have healed within seconds, but it seemed as though he didn't want them to heal. As

soon as the red clouds glowed on the horizon, breaking the night

sip of

barely above a

silently took another

my goblet in one go and

Raven and I are with you," I said. "Whether we like it or not, we're

He still didn't reply.

eyes and let out

***

was asking him the wrong questions, but then again, will there

withdrew himself, when we brothers separated and drifted apart. But I know it happened when we were kids, when he might have needed us the

instead of understanding him, all we did was ignore and abandon him. I might be one of the reasons he

a

remember Asher's and Raven's childhoods

then, I stood on the same level as them. Neither weaker nor stronger than

"level," I mean the standard our father had set for the three of us. It was the level he expected the sons

academic education, training sessions, and even the punishments we

raised, I realize we were more like raw materials being molded

too attached and loving nor too cold and distant.

loudest one in the room, doing his best to stand

of the time, observing from the sidelines, as if trying to dissolve into the background. While

more than enough for Asher and even that bare

remember how I was back then. Maybe because I merely observed my brothers and tried to figure out where I belonged. I have a feeling that

grew more challenging, and the punishments became harsher.

to meet and satisfy father's expectations and I barely touched the safety line. Raven did much more than expected and it seemed as though had

those expectations were shattered on the

was the day when Asher's immortality genes were

celebrate it, father threw

can still remember the glow in my father's dark eyes as he raised Asher up in his arms like a trophy and proudly showed him off in his court and the world, declaring him as 'my son, my blood, my pride, my heir'. Raven kept glaring at Asher who sat beside father throughout the party. In a blink, everything Raven had built with our father came crashing down.

the first time I saw Raven cry, throwing a tantrum in front of everyone at the party. But before he could get father's attention, mother swept him in her arms and took

and witnessed Asher become the center of attraction. Asher handled the attention just as deftly as he had handled the neglect. He neither looked happy nor disturbed. He behaved like a perfect prince was expected to behave. Since that day, Raven, the smiling, laughing

to describe