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.

direct way to end her creation, whom she feared so intensely, she chose 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 he helped me focus on the

lot more malignant when it passed down to us. A curse that remained hidden for years and even now, my brothers know nothing about its origin."

my father," Asher said, and a million new questions

Why was Asher there?

he until

pushing all those questions aside, I asked the one that had occupied my mind the

your mother's knowledge and

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

I blinked fast,

the answer, but I didn't want to put it

my throat closed up, but I pushed through "...

mine with an intensity that made the air between

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

palm, biting into

I can't choose what's convenient for me, love. And I can't let you, my wife, choose what's less painful for you. Do you know why?" he asked, his voice a chilling blend of tenderness

trying to bite back my

as I looked into his eyes through my misty

stoic, the weight of his silence pressing down on me like

our family to rule the Prime pack ever since the Infernal Realm came into existence,"

his fingers slightly, a

throne runs on our blood, keeping evil in check. And I provide it with just enough of myself to maintain that balance. But there are some

mine,

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

of his words hung between us, a truth

peered at him, my thoughts staggering on the

he said, his eyes narrowing as if he could see right through me. "Illegitimate

darker. But for the first time, I

him. Every time he tries to sit on it, the throne nearly tears him apart - even with me present." His words slowed as he

heaven to hell, everything would fall

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

words slipping out as a shaky

"O-our kids..."

his eyes desperately - for denial, for reassurance, for anything that might undo the horror of my own

said, and a horrifying chill ran

like an excruciating knot in my

to lose them to the

sob clawed its way up my throat, but I choked it down, my hands trembling as they clenched into

to

"Yes..." he said.

stomach churn violently, a wave of nausea rising in my

it?" I questioned him,

like your mother created you, only to be destroyed by us, for us. She created a fate for you... no

gaze, clenching my

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 a horrible woman!' Luna Meesa's words rang

quickly wiping off my tears,

simply because you were her daughter. In trying 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, and I hope she never found it -

looked at him, tears burning in

from what you want to do to our kids?"

with us, it'll end with them," he said matter-of-factly, his tone devoid of the gravity his words

still doesn't solve anything," I

they wouldn't feed the curse, they wouldn't

as though he spoke of a