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.

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

broken bones of his hands in place, he pushed himself onto his back. He took in a few gasps, choking as he spurted and coughed out blood from

but was

he forced himself to sit up. Blood

seconds. This

leg. His bones snapped back into place with an unnatural crack, the periphery

me was how there was no hint of pain on his face even when he was snapping his bones through his torn

unlike our flesh and skin, our bones didn't regenerate in seconds. It took

here he was, standing as though he was never hit by a

revealing the bloodstained and sweat-soaked white shirt clinging to his body like a translucent 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 least something was normal

off the blood from his chin and looked at

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

voice sent a disturbing ripple through me. "Do my wounds no

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

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

at him

Al-allowed?

What rubbish!

does that even

me

were mere words, but when they crashed against me, I felt my ribs shatter. It felt as though a haze that had densely cobwebbed my

allowed -

twisted in my

Not possible!

was no way anyone could have that kind of control over another person. This was just another one of

the tension in my body,

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

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

he had merely placed his hand on my shoulder, but it felt as though I was being crushed beneath

if you do..." his hand slid down my

yield to him as his crushing

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

my fingers, and I braced myself, but

broken?" He

out. But all I could do was stand there,

his voice dropping

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

tight gulp as my throat closed up, and I struggled to utter

not kids anymore, 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 it before, you can do it again. Because if you don't, then I'll have to teach you and I promise you

around to leave, but my eyes

as I

he didn't turn around to face

know how fucked up I am?" I 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 fault! You think I had it easy? Then

breathing heavily. My voice reverberated through the parking

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 you

back my hair, licking my dry lips as I swallowed hard. But my stomach kept getting heavier, as though it was slowly being filled with bricks and

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

me over

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

my stomach, rising to my

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

hurting nerve, although there was nothing soothing about

at my words, but he remained

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

to me, damn

into the invisibility of thin

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

strange numbness took over my body and I

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