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.

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

back. He took in a few gasps, choking as he spurted and coughed out blood

was too scared to approach his dark aura that pushed her

cough, he forced himself to sit up. Blood streamed

seconds. This

deep breath, Asher twisted his broken leg. His bones snapped back into place with an

even when he was snapping his bones through his torn flesh and ruptured blood vessels. This wasn't normal - not

most painful experiences for us demon werewolves, and unlike our

standing as though he

body like a translucent second skin. With the speed he was regenerating, it wasn't surprising to see him drenched

the blood from

he calmly strode

Raven? You don't look happy." His composed voice sent a disturbing ripple through me. "Do my wounds no

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

years, since childhood, I have allowed you to hurt me because that made you happy, gave you a sense of accomplishment

him with wide

Al-allowed?

What rubbish!

that

me

shatter. It felt as though a haze that had densely cobwebbed my chest for years slowly tore apart, splitting

allowed -

bitter twisted

Not possible!

over another person. This was just

tension

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

stepped closer to me, the

hand on my shoulder, but it felt as though I was being crushed beneath a mountain. His aura towered over me,

if you do..." his hand slid

groan, trying to not yield to him as his crushing

next

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

was about to break my fingers, and I braced myself, but he

break the one who's already broken?" He said, and my body

out. But all I could do was stand there,

my ear, his voice dropping to a

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

as my throat closed up, and I

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 promise you won't

turned around to leave, but my eyes remained fixed

quivered as I smirked,

didn't

a mess, Asher! I am a fucking loser! People hate me! I know! And it's all your fault! You think I had it easy? Then let tell you, fucker

breathing heavily. My voice reverberated through the parking lot. I

you! You took away everything that was precious to me! You ruined me! And that's why I want

hard. But my stomach kept getting heavier, as though it was slowly being filled with

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

at me

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.

in my stomach,

later, Xanthea will get pregnant. What will you do then? You can protect her from me, from Nyssa, from Viella and this whole fucking

laughed, knowing that I had hit his hurting

fists tightened at my words, but he remained silent and

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

to me,

but he gradually walked into the invisibility of thin air, uniting with

run away, you coward! Turn around and face me -

draw in breaths, but a strange numbness took over my body and I fell

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