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.

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

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

but was too scared to

he forced himself to sit up. Blood streamed

looked downright horrified, watching him regenerate such severe wounds in mere seconds. This was probably

into place with an

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

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

he was, standing as though he

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

blood from

over one arm, he calmly strode towards me,

sent a disturbing ripple through me. "Do my wounds no longer satisfy your

as our eyes locked in a

should, Raven. Because I will 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 control. But I

at him with wide

Al-allowed?

What rubbish!

that

allowed me to hurt

shatter. It felt as though a haze

allowed -

twisted

Not possible!

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

the tension in

on a physical or mental level. Hurt me all you want, Raven, because I am only a reflection of everything you hate about

Asher stepped closer to me, the faint sound of his boots

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

his hand slid down my arm, holding my

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

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

break my fingers, and

broken?"

I could do was stand there,

leaned closer to my ear, his voice dropping to

your first time. Make sure there isn't a second. Because if

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

you can't control yourself, then suppress your rage. If you can't suppress your rage, then channelize it somewhere better. You

a step away from me and turned around to leave, but my eyes remained fixed on

quivered as I smirked, forcing out

but he didn't

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

My voice reverberated through the parking lot. I stepped closer to

you didn't exist - 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 you'll be abandoned too,

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

enjoy every second of your agony. And I know the day is

me over

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,

you do then? You can protect her from me, from Nyssa, from Viella and this whole fucking world,

laughed, knowing that I had hit his hurting

he remained silent and

in an impassive tone, as if

to me, damn

into the invisibility of thin air, uniting

roared. "Don't run away, you coward! Turn around and face

but a strange numbness took over my body and I fell

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