Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter 85

Chapter-85. Hormones

[Raven]

This was the first time Ezra had been this vulnerable with us, and now everything felt painfully awkward.

Honestly, I preferred it when Ezra would just lose his mind and burn down the world. The nauseating, smoky stench of boiling blood and burning flesh was far more tolerable than the suffocating silence in Asher's chamber. Before, disemboweling a conscious immortal was enough to lift his spirits. Now, I didn't have a clue what might work.

Food?

Rum?

Flowers?

Cannibalism?

Women?

Torture?

Poetry?

I am an alchemist, not a poet.

What am I even supposed to say?

Gold is yellow, Silver is blue, Oh, my dear brother, You've lost all your screws.

Instead of cheering him up, my poetry would torture him. And I didn't want him to crave death even more. So, poetry was clearly a bad idea. I let out a sigh and even that echoed. Maybe I'll just ask the obvious. I cleared my throat.

"You knew who posted that news blog online, didn't you?" I asked Ezra.

"Cedric." Ezra replied in a voice weaker than a whisper, almost lifeless.

"When you knew who it was, why didn't you reveal his identity before the council?" I asked, my frown deepening when he didn't react and just stared into nothingness silently.

I contemplated him closely, curling my fingers into a loose fist, feeling a restless frustration grow inside me. Something heavy in my chest wanted Ezra to react like the Ezra I knew instantly. Because this version of Ezra...

My fist tightened, nails biting into my palm.

It felt as though Ezra had already been consumed by some curse worse than death, leaving behind someone I barely recognized. The thought hit harder than I expected, tightening the ache in my chest.

I clenched my jaws, resisting the urge to smack some sense into him. To yell at him and tell him to get his shit together.

But his silence... his unnerving calm... this complete lack of action - it tested my patience to its breaking point.

But no. I couldn't lose my brother. Not because of two women.

"Ezra, I asked you a question," I demanded, my glare cutting through the silence.

He finally spoke, his voice hoarse and exhausted. "Cedric is our little brother."

The words hung in the air, but they didn't sit right with me. I mean, yeah, biologically Cedric was our half brother, but did we ever consider him as 'our' little brother?

"Not just that..." Ezra looked up at me, his gaze heavy. "If we fail to fight this curse, Cedric will succeed us. Isn't that why Asher is grooming him as the back-up Alpha?"

I ran my tongue across my inner cheek, my gaze drifting to Asher's empty chair behind the desk.

As much as I hated this idea, it was for the best. The generational curse affected only the legitimate offspring of the curse bearer.

That was why the curse didn't affect Nesryn and Cedric - they were the illegitimate children.

My father may have given his second and third concubines the status of wives, but he never formed a soul pact with them. That was why, when he finally succumbed to the curse, our mother was the only one who suffered due to the breaking of the soul pact.

I never understood my father. Even now, I can't make sense of his actions. Did he know about the curse? Was that the reason he took concubines, hoping his illegitimate children would survive?

Was it some twisted form of protection?

What was the origin of such a complex curse?

What words were used to forge its malignancy?

Who created this curse and why?

found a link that could connect all dots. And whenever I thought I was close to figuring

strutting around as if he has it all figured out. But in reality, he's just a self-centered bastard, too arrogant to admit he might be

have been with Ezra. They somehow bond better, but no - Mr.

could possibly be more important than Ezra right

alone as well, and then I

seriously doesn't care.

Damn him!

Screw him!

up my

kept thinking about Asher, I'd burn half the blood in my body with

instead, almost out of habit, I activated my butterfly surveillance, which was supposed to keep a close

council shit, I couldn't monitor her first day at all. Then again, the first days

gave Ezra a quick side

would cheer him

cast the butterfly surveillance from my phone

who had been sitting limply on the couch with his soul lost in oblivion, stirred the moment Xanthea's voice filled the room. It was like watching a spark reignite in him - a flicker

Luna candidates?" Xanthea's voice wavered as she looked at Nesryn, insecurity

her gaze when Nesryn affirmed with a nod. Her brows tensed as she blinked fast, biting down on her lower

reluctance, she fidgeted with her phone and

Ezra's

why I'll train you for the meeting while you dress up," Nesryn

them. Once she completed the paperworks required to be a candidate,

bring Xanthea to the council, he instructed her not to disclose that Xanthea

omega to be your Luna candidate directly before the

panic on the spot. You'll

image on the screen. For a moment, the silence stretched until his low voice finally

consent might just be a formality for the jury, but

eyes,

the drive. Her face remained expressionless and her eyes blank as she looked at her phone

Who is she texting?

Ezra and was about to ask him to hack her phone, but it looks like he already

busy on his phone. "And what's with

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"Squirrels?"

took his phone and looked at the Lana's

the Aile castle. Don't worry. I got this.

asap.' Xanthea's reply was brief, and then it was just Lana updating Xanthea with her

trying to make sense of

up, puzzled. "Do healers use

not squirrels," I said, handing

Ezra looked

said, and Ezra silently peered at Xanthea's

Ezra said after

"What about her?"

I know she's dangerous,

sigh. "How much did that omega pay you to threaten

a request. Give weak people

if it's the end of the world. So give it a rest. As

Xanthea, Ezra's gaze lingered on me for

perfect shield. I knew Xanthea would try to help that cat even if I threatened to kill her if she did. So I taught Lana the way to protect Xanthea from Zosha. I have forbidden her to help the cat, but aside from the exams, Lana will have plenty of

at Xanthea as she peered out

rest is on Xanthea to figure out how she can

she learns to control her powers, I'll not allow her to be

He nodded. "I suppose."

create history through their dresses,

statement of the candidate's elite status, a clear mark of their superiority over all other women

when she

if I wear a dress from here? They might find it

let out a sigh, shaking his

get your ass here. Isn't that what you are thinking right

She doesn't want to outshine the other candidates

of her to think an omega can outshine two alpha demonesses!

landed a quick

stating

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