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.

regeneration abilities were no

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

help, but was

cough, he forced himself to sit up. Blood streamed down from his messy fringes, down

severe wounds in mere seconds. This was probably the first time she had witnessed his regeneration powers

into place with an unnatural crack, the periphery of his vision

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. This wasn't normal - not even for a demon. It was just

bone was one of the most painful experiences for us demon werewolves, and unlike our flesh and skin, our bones didn't regenerate in

was, standing as though he was never hit by a

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

he wiped off the blood from his chin and

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

look happy." His composed voice sent a disturbing ripple through me. "Do

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

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

at him

Al-allowed?

What rubbish!

does that even

me to hurt

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

allowed

twisted in

Not possible!

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

the tension in

do you 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 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 on Ezra or

as Asher stepped closer to me, the faint

it felt as though

hand slid down my arm, holding my

trying to not yield to him

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you can even think about breaking them. What

about to break my fingers, and I braced

break the one who's already broken?"

all I could do was

my ear, his

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

as my throat closed up,

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

a step away from me and turned around to leave,

as I smirked, forcing

steps halted, but he didn't turn around to face

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

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

father wouldn't have abandoned me for you! You took away everything that was precious to me! You ruined me! And that's

licking my dry lips as I swallowed hard. But my stomach kept getting heavier, as though

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

me

who I am, unfiltered. But you - who the hell are you!? I have spent twenty-nine years with you,

my stomach, rising to

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

I had hit his hurting nerve, although there was nothing

words, but he remained silent and then looked over his shoulder

an impassive tone, as

me, damn

yelled, but he gradually walked into the invisibility

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

head, struggling to draw in breaths, but a strange numbness took over

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