Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter 100

Chapter-100. Mother-2

[Xanthea]

'... to cure the curse your mother put upon us because only you can.'

Asher's words hit me like a blow to the chest, leaving me breathless and blank. I stared at him as thousands of thoughts rammed into my mind. I was scared like I had never been before. Although I couldn't decipher who I was scared for myself, my husbands or my kids?

I wanted to know more about the curse and how I could cure it, but for all the unsettling reasons, I wanted to know no more.

Asher stared back at me as though he was trying to find the Xanthea he once knew in the daughter of Cadence Starsoul, but couldn't. Then again, did he ever see me as Xanthea?

All this was happening in my head and, like he said, the Asher in front of me was just my imagination. But Asher had always been in my head - in my dreams.

"Before I tell you anything else about the curse, I think it's important you know the events that led to it," Asher said, returning his attention to the memories playing before us.

I bit down on my lips, a painful knot tightening in my chest, and I forced myself to watch the memories again.

As the memories played on, I realized that had Asher not been here, these memories would have assaulted their way into my mind in the most excruciating manner.

Real or imagination, I was glad Asher was here by my side. Although I wasn't sure if I didn't deserve his company.

I stood closer to him as years flew by in my mother's memories.

With two powerful alphas (Alpha Caelum and Alpha Deimos, triplets' father) supporting her, my mother soon had a team of healers, alchemists, and researchers working under her for her cause.

Amidst all those harrowing memories were gaps - pitch-black voids where nothing happened. These empty memories had been present from the beginning, but their frequency had grown, spreading like silent, unspoken shadows. It was as though my mother erased them on purpose,

It felt as though my mother had either erased those memories intentionally or she was in an extremely dark space-

"These memories are empty..." I whispered, a freezing sensation crippling me from within.

Asher's gaze was fixed on the darkness in those memories for a while, and then he said.

"Indeed."

Swallowing the lump building in my throat, I tried to look at Asher, but couldn't.

My heart knew he was lying, while my mind argued he wasn't. Yet my instincts led me somewhere far more unsettling - a place that had challenged and disturbed every all my six senses, just like these empty memories did. The dark room.

Asher's dark room.

I wanted to hold his hand. I wanted to step closer to him, but I couldn't move an inch. I didn't have the courage to. I waited for him to speak, to say something - anything but he didn't. The silence enveloped us in a dreamy blur, where we could see each

to reach out, to hold his hand, to step

though we stood

those dark memories with blank, cold,

hid - to the moment I saw Asher walk out of the door and

and pain ever again. Regardless of everything I am and everything I am not, I wanted to be

couldn't, turned into a silent, warm touch as

memories. The darkness in his eyes wavered, softening into something warmer - something lighter. The soft flutter in my chest instantly turned into electrifying goosebumps as he wrapped his fingers around mine, his

just one touch, and in that moment, we were ours

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transitioned into busier ones, with a

it all..." Asher said, his

of knowledge we've gathered over the years, has led to this moment,' my mother said, addressing her team and Alpha

building in my guts, I paid attention. Through the memories, I knew my mother had been planning something big and I think I already had an idea

bloods on a larger scale. The goal is simple: to activate immortality genes in as many weak bloods

shut my eyes, drawing

we have a name

that's what we are going for, but my top healers like to call it something fancier that suits the vibe of hell. They call it the... Forced Activation,' mother said with

The sky-high walls my grandfather had built to isolate weak bloods from our society..." Asher said. "...

who looked like the demon lords, but was much older with more distant and weary eyes, as though

Asher said in a stoic

else, but my son should get out of those walls as an immortal,' Deimos said. 'In case he doesn't...

I am sure this will work. Don't worry, Alpha,'

I looked at Asher, my heart convulsing

deep breath and

I put all the information I had on Forced Activation, the First and the way

FA.

his immortality genes naturally," Asher said. "So when he turned six, mother took him on a trip

lowering my gaze to my

mother would have been honest with him back then, and told him she was abandoning him. That she'd

tell me, he..." I

Months. Years. Other weak bloods would make fun of him, tell him the truth he didn't want to hear. But he kept waiting for her exactly where she left him. He wanted to prove the other weak bloods wrong, but as three years went by,

weakly, I tightened

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