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.

pain and regeneration abilities were no joke. It was sickening

pushed himself onto his back. He took in a few gasps, choking

but was too scared to approach his dark aura

Blood streamed down from his messy fringes, down

This was probably the first time she had witnessed his

bones snapped back into

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

the most painful experiences for us demon werewolves, and unlike our flesh and

standing as though he was never hit by a speeding

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

wiped off the blood from

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

voice sent a disturbing ripple through me. "Do my wounds no longer satisfy your ego?" He asked, and I squinted my eyes,

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

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

frowned at him with wide

Al-allowed?

What rubbish!

that even

me to hurt

felt my ribs shatter. It felt as though a haze that

- allowed -

twisted

Not possible!

kind of control over another person.

tried to ease the tension in

Raven, because I am only a reflection of everything

the faint sound of his

but it felt as though I was being

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

to not yield to him as his

for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away,

even think about breaking them. What do you think

to break my fingers,

one who's already broken?" He said, and my body shivered with

all I could do was

closer to my ear, his voice

Because if there is... I will make

as my throat closed up, and I struggled to utter

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 like my

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

quivered as I smirked, forcing out

didn't turn around

I don't 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 let tell you, fucker

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

away everything that was precious to me! You ruined me! And

But my stomach kept getting heavier,

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

glanced at me over his

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, but believe me, she'll

in my stomach, rising

get pregnant. What will you do then? You can protect

knowing that I had hit his hurting nerve,

but he remained silent and

an impassive tone, as if he didn't hear a word

to me,

into the invisibility of thin air, uniting

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

to draw in breaths, but a strange numbness took over my

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