Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-89. Allowed control

[Raven]

TW: Readers' discretion advised.

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'No potion was potent enough to heal his heart, so he drank poison and kept drinking it everyday ever since. Not to kill the pain, but to suffer an illusion and call it a cure that just made him sicker.

And he found solace in that sickness, his lantern heart flickering with flames of pride, but a drizzle of blood was enough to douse it off.'

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I started the car; the engine growling. My fingers rested loosely on the steering wheel as I shifted gears. Just as I was about to drive out of the parking lot, I saw Asher standing in my way near the exit. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel.

Instead of slowing down, I shifted into high gear. My foot slammed on the accelerator, and the car surged forward with a deafening roar.

Nyssa panicked. "Raven! What are you doing? Stop the car!" She grabbed my arm as her eyes darted frantically between Asher and me.

I could hear Nyssa's voice distantly, but her words dissolved into the roar of the engine and the fury pounding in my head.

The car charged straight at Asher. The distance between us closing in a heartbeat. The rush of adrenaline blurred everything but the sight of him standing challengingly in my path.

Something like this wouldn't do much damage to him, but it would shatter the cloak of invincibility he always wore, especially when his bones break and his body crack apart.

My heart thundered in my chest and the rush had left me lightheaded.

Asher didn't flinch. He didn't even blink.

In fact, the defiance in his impassive gaze stood like a dare. He could easily evade the crash, even at the last moment. I'd like to see him try!

My rage had become my thoughts to the point I wasn't really thinking.

"You're gonna hit him! Stop the car! We'll get into trouble! RAVEN! NO-"

My muscles twitched, fighting the urge to hit the brakes.

I pressed the accelerator harder; the engine screaming against the howling air resistance, until I slammed the brakes, hard-

SCREECH!

The force hurled me forward against the seatbelt; the air knocked from my lungs. The car came to a brutal halt, tires burning in a harsh drag. The ugly screech overpowered by the sickening thud of Asher's body crashing onto the hood, blood splattering across the windshield.

A ringing silence swallowed the parking lot, broken only by the haunting echo of his body hitting and rolling across the ground.

Nyssa shot out of the passenger seat, barely breathing as she rushed toward him.

The sharp scent of blood mingled with the gasoline fumes filled my lungs like toxins. It took a few seconds for the nauseating rush in my body to settle down.

I slammed my hands over the steering wheel.

That fucker!

In the last moment, right before the car was about to stop inches away from him, Asher had closed that distance by taking a deliberate step right towards my car. Unfastening the seatbelt, I stepped out of the car, just to see Asher lying facedown on the floor. His limbs were twisted at weird angles as blood pooled around him.

Clenching my jaws, I rolled my eyes, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the entire car.

I could still hear the faint echo of the crash ringing in my ears as I leaned against the car, peering at him.

His body remained motionless for a few seconds.

"Raven! Don't just stand there! Come here! Help him!" Nyssa yelled.

"No need," I said coldly.

werewolf, Asher's endurance of pain and regeneration abilities were no joke. It

back. He took in a few gasps, choking as he

looked terrified - like she wanted to help, but was too scared

sit up. Blood streamed

seconds. This was probably

Asher twisted his broken leg. His bones snapped back into place with an unnatural crack, the periphery of

was how there was no hint of pain on his face even when he was snapping his bones through his torn flesh and ruptured blood vessels.

was one of the most painful experiences for us demon werewolves, and unlike our flesh and skin, our bones didn't regenerate in seconds. It took hours

he was, standing as though he was never

second skin. With the speed he was regenerating, it wasn't surprising to see him drenched in sweat. Regeneration used up a lot of energy, so excess sweating was normal in this condition. At

the blood from his

coat over one arm, he calmly strode

look happy." His composed voice sent a disturbing ripple through me. "Do my wounds no longer satisfy your ego?"

in front of me, face-to-face, as our eyes locked in a silent

ego. All these years, since childhood, I have allowed you to hurt me because that made you happy, gave you a sense

frowned at him

Al-allowed?

What rubbish!

that

me to hurt

but when they crashed against me, I felt my ribs shatter. It felt as though a haze

- allowed -

bitter twisted

Not possible!

could have that kind of control over another person. This was just another one

to ease the tension in my body, but

look so confused? Don't tell me you haven't noticed. I never dodge your attacks. Be it on a physical or mental level. Hurt me all you want, Raven, because I am only a

eyes darkened as Asher stepped closer to me, the

contact with me, he had merely placed his hand on my shoulder, but it felt as though I was being crushed beneath a mountain. His aura towered over me, pressing upon me with

his hand slid down my arm,

groan, trying to not yield to him

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about breaking them. What do you think will break first? Your

about to break my fingers,

I break the one who's already broken?" He

out. But all I could do was stand there, my jaw clenched so tight

my ear, his voice dropping to

first time. Make sure there isn't a second. Because if there is... I will make sure

my throat closed up, and I struggled

And if you can't control yourself, then suppress your rage. If you can't suppress your rage, then channelize it somewhere better. You have done it before, you can do it again. Because if you don't, then I'll have to teach you and I

around to leave, but

chin quivered as I

didn't turn around to face

Asher! I am a fucking loser! People hate me! I know! And it's all

breathing heavily. My voice reverberated through the

- father wouldn't have abandoned me for you! You took away everything that was precious to me! You ruined me! And that's why I want everything that's precious to you! One day you'll be abandoned too, Asher, by the person

hard. But my

I can't wait to see when that happens. It will be the happiest day of my life and I swear... I'll enjoy every second of your agony. And I know the day is not far... because the person you need the most, the person who can hurt

me

man like you. I know I am not good for Xanthea, but at least I'm not fake. I am who I am, unfiltered. But you - who the hell are you!? I have spent twenty-nine years with you, but you still remain a stranger to me. I don't understand you, and honestly, I don't want to. Because I know I'll hate what I find. And so will

ache churned in my stomach, rising to my

you. Sooner or later, Xanthea will get pregnant. What will you do then? You can protect her from

his hurting nerve, although there was nothing soothing about

he remained silent and then looked over his shoulder

care of him," he said in an impassive tone, as if he didn't hear a

to me,

gradually walked into the invisibility of thin

I roared. "Don't run away, you coward!

held my head, struggling to draw in breaths, but a strange numbness took over my body and I fell to