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.

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

to reach out, to hold his hand, to step closer, but

just like that, even though we stood side-by-side,

with blank, cold, inscrutable eyes, silently waiting for them to

room with him, trying to unravel all the secrets it hid - to the moment I saw Asher walk out of the door and felt as though my world had fallen apart. I never wanted to feel

and pain ever again. Regardless of everything I am

him, and everything I couldn't, turned into a silent, warm touch as I slid my hand into his palm and gently wrapped my fingers around

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 grip tightening, holding my hand with

just one touch, and in that

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into busier ones, with a lot

Asher said,

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 what it could

our treatment plan for the weak bloods on a larger scale. The goal is simple: to activate immortality genes in as

drawing in

we have a name for it?' a man

going for, but my top healers like to call it something fancier that suits the vibe of hell. They call it the...

within the walls. The sky-high walls my grandfather had built to isolate weak bloods from our society..." Asher said. "... would now serve as the

saw my mother with a man who looked like the demon lords, but was much older with more distant and weary eyes, as though he was suffering from

in

should get out of those walls as an immortal,' Deimos said. 'In case he doesn't... well... we'll see about that

I am sure this

Horror drained into my eyes as I looked at Asher, my

a deep

the First and the way Ezra reacted when I brought it up... it all made

my mother's memories were about preparation for the FA. The

couldn't activate his immortality genes naturally," Asher said. "So when he turned six, mother took him on a trip beyond the walls in the weak blood colonies and...

lowering my gaze

I'm sure Ezra still wishes that our mother would have been honest with him back then, and told him she was abandoning him. That

I took

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

my brows weakly,

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