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.

an indirect method, which was sure to work," he said. Staying out of my mind was the best thing I could do for the sake of my sanity, and Asher knew it. So

passed down to us. A curse that remained hidden for years and

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

Why was Asher there?

he

one that had occupied my mind the most. "Is-is there a way

me. You have your mother's knowledge and now her memories... is

tell if he

I

didn't want to put it into words. Clenching

we can avoid its spread by..." my throat closed up, but I pushed through "... by

intensity that made the

you choose the one that's convenient for you,"

biting into my skin as I tightened my

you, my wife, choose what's less painful for you. Do

nodded, trying to bite back my

trembling as I looked into his eyes through my

his silence pressing down on me like a judgment I wasn't prepared

the Infernal Realm came into existence," Asher said, his gaze falling to his hand

fingers slightly, a shadow of tension crossing his

And I provide it with just enough of myself to maintain that balance. But there are some

met mine,

accept anyone else as Alpha. And a pack without an Alpha turns rogue. In Hell, a rogue pack doesn't just mean disorder. It means disorder

his words hung between us, a truth too heavy to

on the

could see right through me. "Illegitimate children won't work either. I've tested

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

Alpha, the throne rejects him. Every time he tries to sit on it, the throne nearly tears him apart - even with me present."

heaven to hell, everything would fall

way left... is to block the curse. Offspring from the forbidden union of a mortal and an immortal carry blockers

slipping out as a

"O-our kids..."

reassurance, for anything

said, and a horrifying chill ran down

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

lose them to

but I choked it down, my hands trembling as they clenched into

be born to die..." I said,

"Yes..." he said.

my stomach churn violently, a wave

questioned him, tilting my head as I stepped

said. "Just like your mother created you, only to be destroyed by us, for us. She

averted my gaze,

you from an affair with your father - to make sure you bore the weight of her

wiping off my

In trying to heal her victims, she created her biggest victim - you. She probably only realized this when she

looked at him, tears burning in

different from what you want

the backups to stop the curse. Even if it doesn't end with us, it'll end with them," he said matter-of-factly, his tone devoid of the gravity his words

doesn't solve anything,"

know," he said. "The kids will be weak. While they wouldn't feed the curse, they wouldn't be heirs strong enough to feed

It was as though he spoke of a mere strategy, not the lives we might bring