Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-101. Mother-3

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Asher's tone grew heavier and I could see why through my mother's memories.

"The weak bloods were promised a permanent secure shelter within these walls..."

All the giant gates and smaller exits of the walls were closed, trapping all the weak bloods while they were fast asleep.

For the first few weeks, the experiment began in a controlled manner, strictly monitored by my mother's team.

They filled the walls with some kinds of gases at night and injected potions into the weak bloods through mutated plants and swarms of stinging insects.

My mother was happy with the results. Although no one could activate their immortality genes, hundreds of weak bloods reacted positively to her treatment plan. However, there were many that showed no change in their DNA whatsoever. And Ezra was one of them.

My mother could feel Alpha Deimos' increasing frustration because he was obsessed with Ezra's reports that remained the same day in, day out. And one day, his frustration exploded in the form of bombs across the colonies, taking thousands of lives in a blink of an eye.

When my mother came to know about it, she confronted Alpha Deimos.

'Why did you do it!? Everything was going smoothly? Why did you interfere with my treatment plan? Thousands of weak bloods lost their lives and hundreds of them had the potential to activate their immortality genes! This wasn't the goal of this experiment-'

'Do you think I give a fuck about your damn experiment?' Alpha Deimos said calmly, almost sounding like Asher. 'I wouldn't have looked in your direction if it wasn't for my son. Those weak bloods died because I wanted them dead. Let's get one thing clear, Starsoul... if my son will not come out of those walls as an immortal, no one else will-'

'Are you out of your fucking mind? This is mad! This is madness-' My mother stared at him as though she just realized something, her eyes widening with horror. 'It's the throne! Isn't it? Oh, my goddess! So, it's real!' I looked at Asher, my heart pounding violently in my chest. "Throne madness?"

"A madness that forces the Alpha sitting on the Obsidian throne to create powerful heirs for it," Asher said.

'Your throne-madness has blinded you. Why can't you see how many possible immortals you are killing every day? All you care about is producing stronger heirs for your throne. Isn't that why you have three wives?'

Like the celestial weak blood you smuggled into my pack and into this experiment. There are some things you'll ignore if you want me to keep ignoring that kid.' Alpha Deimos' words were gentle and maybe that was why his

be

likely," Asher said, focused on the memory. "Weak bloods and Fortunates are essentially the same, which means they can move freely across all three realms. Without immortality, demon wolves, or celestial wolves, they bypass security systems undetected. They're not considered a threat in any realm. That's

show better results, faster than your treatment plan,' Alpha Deimos said. 'Your celestial kid is safe as long as Ezra keeps showing these results. Keep that in mind while

were

the walls remained beyond the walls. The lives went on normally in the pack while the weak blood fought

was as though my mother's attention was on several places at the same time. But most of her

dead of night, their snarls mingling with screams and cries that echoed hauntingly through the walls. Ezra could only watch as his group being eaten alive

to the desperate struggle for food, water, and medicines to heal Ellery's wounds. I could see the weight of survival

among the groups that had formed. The weak bloods from other Infernal packs began to demonize those from the Prime pack, convinced that the atrocities would cease if they eliminated every weak blood from the Prime

situations before kidnapping the survivors under the cover of night. These survivors were subjected to experiments, injected with various

died, but those who survived displayed unsettling symptoms like aggression, cannibalism, hallucinations, hysteria,

celestial kid. It was torture just watching them live in those conditions. I can't even fathom what they'd

it kept getting worse day by day and it went

bodies left in the open, there was no sanitation, no privacy. Sleep deprivation had transformed every survivor into a ticking time bomb, ready to erupt into inhumane violence at the slightest provocation. People fought to the death over a single loaf of bread. The drinking water was contaminated, and all food supplies within the walls had either been burned or hoarded by the dominant groups. Starvation claimed many lives, thirst consumed others, and some chose to end their own sufferings. Gloom and death hung heavy over the desolate

mother's memories began jittery, unstable, and random. They were all

slipping away

'All is ruined-'

can't save

to go

lost all control over the

her with no choice but to remain involved, merely monitoring her subjects from the

she wasn't the only one who just helplessly watched everything

her memories, I saw a sixteen-year-old Raven sitting alone on a stool in an isolated room. He was surrounded by vast screens that showed everything that had

avoid their execution. Father forced him to watch the entire experiment for months,

mother watched Raven in the isolation room where he sat like a statue, his petrified eyes