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 joke.

bones of his hands in place, he pushed himself onto his back. He took in a few gasps, choking as he spurted

was too scared to approach his dark aura that pushed her

a cough, he forced himself to sit up. Blood streamed down

wounds in mere seconds. This was probably the first time she had witnessed

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

face even when he was snapping his bones through

painful experiences for us demon werewolves, and unlike our flesh and skin, our bones didn't

as though he was never hit by a

it wasn't surprising to see him drenched

off the blood from his

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

don't look happy." His composed voice sent a disturbing ripple through me. "Do my wounds no longer satisfy your ego?" He asked, and I squinted

in front of me, face-to-face, as our

to hurt me because that made you happy, gave you a sense of accomplishment and control. But I won't allow you to do the same

him with wide

Al-allowed?

What rubbish!

does that even

allowed me to hurt

ribs shatter. It felt as though a haze that had densely cobwebbed my chest for years

- allowed -

bitter twisted

Not possible!

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

tension in my body,

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

to me, the faint sound of his boots echoing

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

do..." his hand slid down my arm,

trying to not yield to him as his crushing grip tightened around

uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click

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

my fingers, and I

the one who's already broken?" He

his throat out. But all I could do was

my ear, his voice

second. Because if there is... I will

my throat closed up,

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

and turned around to leave, but my eyes remained fixed on

chin quivered as I smirked, forcing out

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

how fucked up I am?" I said, staring at his back. "I am a mess, Asher! I am a fucking loser! People hate

growled, breathing heavily. My voice reverberated through the parking lot. I stepped closer

- 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

my stomach kept getting heavier, as though it was

the happiest day of my life and I swear... I'll enjoy every second of your agony. And I know the day is

glanced at me over his

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 Xanthea. She might never be mine,

ache churned in my stomach,

realizes 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

hit his hurting nerve, although there was

remained silent and then looked over his shoulder at

tone, as if he didn't

me,

into the

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

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

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