Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-101. Mother-3

[Xanthea]

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?'

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

kid? Could it be Alpha

realms. Without immortality, demon wolves, or celestial wolves, they bypass security systems undetected. They're not considered a threat in any realm. That's why even the souls of

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 you

day, the weak bloods were deliberately

the pack while the weak blood fought to survive every

at the same time. But most

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

medicines to heal Ellery's wounds. I could see the weight of survival on his face and it kept

had formed. The weak bloods from other Infernal packs began to demonize those

groups of weak bloods, forcing them into perilous situations before kidnapping the survivors under the cover of night. These survivors were

survived displayed unsettling symptoms like aggression, cannibalism, hallucinations, hysteria, lunacy, and even

on, persevering alongside the celestial kid. It was torture

experiment was already fucked up enough, but it kept getting worse day by day and it

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

were all over the place as though she was falling apart

away from

'All is ruined-'

can't save them

to go

had lost all control

took over the project, leaving her with no choice but to remain involved, merely

only one who just

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

punishment for helping a few weak bloods escape beyond the walls to avoid their execution. Father forced him to watch the entire experiment for months, locking

room where he sat like a statue,