Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter 89

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.

for an immortal werewolf, Asher's endurance of pain and regeneration abilities were no

back. He took in a few gasps, choking as he spurted and coughed out blood from his mouth after every ragged

- like she wanted to help, but was too scared to approach his dark

up. Blood streamed down from his messy

in mere seconds. This was

twisted his broken leg. His bones snapped back into place with

when he was snapping his bones

the most painful experiences for us demon werewolves, and unlike our flesh and

he was never hit by a speeding

body like a translucent second skin. With the speed he was regenerating, it wasn't

the blood from his

coat over one arm, he calmly strode towards me, his face blank, his

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

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

not let you burn Ezra or Xanthea to fuel your ego. All these years, since childhood, I have allowed you to hurt me because that made you happy, gave you a sense of accomplishment and

at him

Al-allowed?

What rubbish!

does that even

allowed me

felt my ribs shatter. It felt as though a haze that had densely

allowed -

bitter twisted in

Not possible!

control over another person. This was just another one of

tension in

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 reflection of everything you hate about yourself. So, it doesn't matter what you do to me. But don't you dare lay a finger

as Asher stepped closer to me, the faint sound of his boots echoing with every

he had merely placed his hand on my shoulder, but it felt as though

do..." his hand slid down my

stifled a groan, trying to not yield to

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can even think about breaking them. What do you think will break first? Your body? Or

fingers, and I

break the one who's already broken?" He

all I could do was stand there, my jaw clenched so

ear, his voice dropping to

second. Because if

throat closed up, and I struggled to

Raven. Learn to control yourself. 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

step away from me and turned around

as I smirked,

steps halted, but he didn't

said, staring at his back. "I am a mess, Asher! I am a fucking loser! People hate me! I know! And it's all your

voice reverberated through the parking

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

my stomach kept getting heavier, as though it was slowly being filled

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 you the most, has already entered our

me over

know I am not a great 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

twisting ache churned in my stomach, rising to my

who you truly are, she'll fucking hate you. Sooner or later, Xanthea will get pregnant. What will you do then? You can protect her from me, from Nyssa, from Viella and this whole fucking world, but how will you protect her

his hurting

fists tightened at my words, but he remained silent and

in an impassive tone, as if he

me, damn

walked into the invisibility of

me! Answer me, Asher!" I roared. "Don't run away, you coward! Turn

but a strange numbness took over my body and I

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