Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-103. Responsibilities

[Xanthea]

All the information about the generational curses in my mother's knowledge and memories flooded my mind.

My eyes leafed through the pages of the books and diaries.

"Generational curses feed on the existence of the affected immortal. The stronger the immortal it consumes, the more malignant and deadlier it gets." I thought out loud. "Spreading through the bloodline, it spares no direct legitimate lineage..."

I looked at Asher, no longer plagued by questions, but haunted by the answers and an unsettling realization.

'Your demon husbands are going down very soon, and I'll make sure it happens faster.' Nikolai's threat wasn't empty.

Did he know about the demon lord's curse?

"Your pack knows about your curse?" I asked hesitantly.

Asher shook his head.

"No. Only a few people know about it - our family and a handful of celestials," he said gravely. "But the celestials have planned to use mortals to catalyze the curse and end us sooner. And the mortal they've chosen to execute their plan is your brother, Nikolai."

I widened my eyes, shaking my head. "No... why him?"

"I don't know... yet..." he said.

"No. No. No!" I looked around the fog frantically. "There has to be more. I need more of her memories. After everything she did, she can't do this to you! To Ezra! No!"

I reached out, my fingers trembling as I tried to touch the clouds, desperately searching for fragments of memories that could guide me - anything to show me the path to cure the curse. But no matter how hard I clawed at the haze, there was nothing. Just an endless expanse of white, blank fog that swallowed every flicker of hope.

"There has to be more..."

Asher's hands held mine in a firm yet achingly gentle grip as he lowered them.

"Xanthea," he said, his voice low, almost pleading. "Stop."

"No!" I thrashed against his grip, but he didn't let go. His thumbs slowly caressed my knuckles to calm me.

"This is the end of her memories for you," he murmured, leaning closer until I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin.

"It can't be!" My voice broke as I shook my head, tears blurring my vision. "S-she can't do this! She can't-" I gritted my teeth, hatred and anger flowing in my veins like venom. "I need more - I have to fix this!"

"Xanthea..." His tone softened, and he stepped closer, closing the space between us. "We'll fix this... together."

I took back my hands from him. "How can you be so calm? Why are you so gentle with me when I don't even deserve it?"

"I will not allow you to hate yourself." Asher's tone turned grim as he glared at the self-loathing and guilt that disgusted me from within.

Asher contemplated me, his eyes gleaming with emotions I failed to fathom amidst my own.

I frowned, lowering my gaze, my heart pounding painfully as waves of shame and confusion crashed over me.

"Don't you?" I asked, holding his gaze.

Asher lowered his head, a strange mixture of a sigh and a smile playing on his lips.

He gave me enough time to settle myself down before he changed the subject.

which was sure to work," he said. Staying out of my mind was the best thing I

to us. A curse that remained hidden for years and even now, my brothers know nothing about its origin." "Then how

when she cursed my father," Asher said, and a million new questions

Why was Asher there?

was he until

pushing all those questions aside, I asked the one that had occupied my mind the most. "Is-is there a

have your mother's knowledge and now her memories... is there a

his unreadable eyes. I couldn't tell if he genuinely

gulp, I blinked

want to put it

by..." my throat closed up,

intensity that made the air between us

the one that's convenient for you,"

dug into my palm, biting into my skin as I

less painful for you. Do you know why?"

trying to bite back my

Alpha, you cannot not have heirs," I said, my voice trembling as I looked into his eyes through my misty gaze. "You need strong heirs

the weight of his silence pressing down on me

Realm came into

flexed his fingers slightly, a shadow of tension crossing his

And I provide it with just enough of myself to maintain that balance.

met mine, sharp and

And a pack without an Alpha turns rogue. In Hell, a rogue pack doesn't just mean disorder. It means disorder on a scale that can tear the three realms apart - unleashing the

his words hung between us, a truth too

peered at him, my thoughts staggering on the edge of my tongue, but

he could see right through me. "Illegitimate

eyes. I couldn't tell if it was exhaustion or something darker. But for the first time, I truly felt the weight of the burdens Asher had

I've been preparing him as a spare Alpha, the throne rejects him. Every time he tries to sit on it, the throne nearly tears him apart - even with me present." His words slowed as he drew in a deep breath. "I can't imagine what will happen once

heaven to hell,

cracked as the words I dreaded clawed their way out of me. "The only way left... is to block the curse. Offspring from the forbidden union of a mortal and an immortal carry blockers in their genes - preventing

the next words slipping out

"O-our kids..."

- for denial, for reassurance, for anything that might undo the horror

he said, and a horrifying chill ran down my

like an excruciating knot in my chest, so heavy I could

to lose them to the

way up my throat, but I choked it down, my hands

be born to

"Yes..." he said.

violently, a wave of

destroy it?" I questioned him, tilting my head as

only to be destroyed by us, for us. She created a fate

my gaze, clenching

way she did. She thought raising you in an atmosphere of hatred would humble you. Maybe that's why she conceived you from an affair with your father - to make sure you bore the weight of her choices." 'Your mother was

quickly wiping off my

to heal her victims, she created her biggest victim - you. She probably only realized this when she understood motherhood. I hope she resented herself, repented day and night for forgiveness and peace in her final days,

tears

you want to

if it doesn't end with us, it'll end

doesn't

be weak. While they wouldn't feed the curse, they wouldn't be heirs

though he spoke of a mere strategy, not the lives