Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-97. The relapse

[Asher]

Taken aback by her unexpected question, Raven froze in his place, his grip loosening on her.

Ezra opened his eyes wide.

"Once they are born, will my kids have the right to live? Will they live? Or will they suffer?" Her words shuddered out of her lips. Her eyes skimmed from Raven to me.

So this was her real reason for protecting the boy.

Then her eyes gazed up in the air and although she couldn't make a direct eye-contact with Ezra, he was watching her.

"They will be half of me. It's obvious they'll be weak. They might not activate their immortality genes. They might not be born with it. Will you kill them too? Can I trust you with my children's lives? Can I entrust their fate in your hand!?" Wrenching her arm from Raven's grip, she stepped back. Wiping her tears, she gathered herself and her thoughts.

Silence. A brutal, restless silence cut through the four of us.

"I'm not stupid!" she yelled, tears trailing down her eyes. "You don't want my kids to be your heirs. You need weak kids with your genes for some other reasons. Someone who can die or perhaps... someone you can kill. A sacrifice for something? Am I wrong?"

This had always been a sensitive topic among us and in that moment, none of us could muster anything but cold blankness.

"I thought so," Xanthea smiled bitterly. "That is why I'm risking it all, because I'd rather die than bear kids for you."

I licked my lips, lowering my gaze.

"No matter the place, the weak will always be at the mercy of the strong and the strong will never have strength to fend for the weak, for all they know is to assert their dominance on whoever they deem lesser than themselves. And while I know I shouldn't expect humane emotions from the demon lords, I really didn't expect this..."

"You know nothing!" Raven snapped.

"I don't care!" she roared. "If you are going to kill me, do it now and let's just get over with it!"

Ezra clenched the tremble in his fingers into a tight fist. He had handled himself far better than I had expected. Even he must have been surprised by just how much he was willing to be in control - for her. Xanthea has started to mean something important to him, and maybe that was why her words meant a lot more to him. I could sense his restraint cracking slowly.

Only if she knew the power she held over Ezra at that very moment, she wouldn't look so disappointed.

"When three most powerful alphas of the underworld are so powerless that they can't even save a child, then there really is no hope for anyone else. It will be wise for you if you end me here," she glared at Raven. "Why the hell don't you understand? You can't change anything! You can't save anyone!" Raven snarled.

"True. I can't, but you can... and you are not even trying," she retorted.

Irritation and rage zapped across Raven's face, his eyes narrowed piercing through her. It was in moments like these he didn't know what to feel or how to react, so he reacted the only way he knew - with anger. He advanced towards her only to halt as Ezra stretched his hand through the space between them, holding him at bay.

"Ezra..." Raven's face grew paler.

"It's ok. I'm ok," he said. Then he looked at Xanthea.

They stared at each other, words and thoughts slipping away, drowned by the raw flood of emotions that bound them in silence... yet it only tore them further apart. "Trust me," Ezra's voice was strained, his gaze heavy with a kind of pain that only he could endure. "Let the boy go while he still can. It will be a kindness, not cruelty." And with those words, Ezra extinguished the last dimming light in Xanthea's blank eyes. Her lips trembled as she drew in a shaky breath.

to me,

hardened lines of his face. His eyes, pained and bleary,

His voice cracked, unguarded. "Please, don't make this any harder than

his chest, her hands clenching the fabric of his shirt, knuckles

but it's everything to me," she whispered, her

did mean something to him - a lot more than

to know death." Xanthea's words came out as a soft plea. "Unlike me... he still has some

his limits, getting closer and closer to the

her face, his touch weak and faltering

understand... that there is no hope left for

steady and sure. Her voice cut through

the first weak blood who activated his

struck him like lightning. Ezra's heartbeats instantly spiked. His hands fell

words hung heavy in

he

it had a life of its own. It screamed at such a high-pitched vibration, its cry turned into a haunting whisper. 'She calls you hope. Show

voices - the spirits of the lost weak bloods that still

him, her eyes petrified with horror as red glowing cracks webbed its way along

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caution, as though Ezra was

glow that crackled like flames around

sudden surge of energy all around the room at

knees buckling under the oppressive force

collapsed on the floor. Her chest heaved as she

Maybe because I didn't see him the night he walked out of the wall

stood before Ezra, shielding

gaze was wild, lost

could you out of everyone... how could you?

shuddering as Ezra's words cut through her. A frozen, horrified look fixed her in

lightbulb, burst in a violent chorus of splintering glass. Shards

remained fixed on Ezra through the glass and

my hand, I pulled Xanthea

who hurriedly raised mana barriers to contain

sobs as fear,

hiccupped, her voice barely a whisper, her fingers

flickered toward her one last time

felt to have slowed

and the soldier's attempt to minimize damage,

glanced towards the door, opening it up. Nesryn was there with mother. They must have sensed the

off the fire around them with a flick of

at me and nodded before helping mother and the kids get away from the

clashing against mana rang