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.

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

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

wanted to help, but was too scared to approach his dark aura

sit up. Blood streamed down from his

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

Asher twisted his broken leg. His bones snapped back into place with an unnatural

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

most painful experiences for us demon werewolves, and unlike our flesh and skin, our bones didn't regenerate in seconds. It

he was, standing as though he was

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

the blood from his chin and

calmly strode towards me, his

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

me, face-to-face, as our eyes locked

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 won't allow you to do the same

him with

Al-allowed?

What rubbish!

that even

allowed me to

against me, I felt my ribs shatter. It felt as though a haze that

allowed -

bitter twisted in

Not possible!

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

tried to ease the tension in

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

darkened as Asher stepped closer to me, the faint sound

felt as though I was being crushed beneath

if you do..." his hand slid

a groan, 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?

was about to break my fingers, and I

break the one who's already broken?" He said, and

fingers twitched, aching to rip his throat out. But all I could

to my ear, his voice dropping to

isn't a second. Because if

took a tight gulp as my throat closed up, and

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

from me and turned around to leave, but

as I smirked, forcing out

steps halted, but he didn't turn around

you think 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

if only 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

swallowed hard. But my stomach kept getting heavier, as though

agony. And I know the day is not far... because the person

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 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.

ache churned in my stomach,

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

laughed, knowing that I had hit his hurting nerve, although there

but he remained silent

said in an impassive tone, as if

to me,

the invisibility

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

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

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