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.

she feared so intensely, she chose an indirect method, which was sure to work,"

curse consumed my father, becoming a lot more malignant when it passed down to us. A curse that

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

Why was Asher there?

he until

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

tell me. You have your mother's knowledge and

eyes. I couldn't tell if

nervous gulp, I blinked fast,

the answer, but I didn't want to put it into words. Clenching

closed up, but I pushed through "... by s-stopping the bloodline.

gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that made the air

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

biting into my skin as

less painful for you. Do you know why?" he asked, his voice a chilling blend

nodded, trying to bite back

I said, my voice trembling as I looked into his eyes through my misty gaze. "You

remained stoic, the weight of his silence pressing down

throne chose our family to rule the Prime pack ever since the Infernal Realm came into existence," Asher said, his gaze falling to his hand as if it carried

slightly, a shadow of tension crossing

it with just enough of myself to maintain that balance. But

met mine, sharp and

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

of his words hung between us, a truth too

thoughts staggering on the edge of my

thinking," he said, his eyes narrowing as if he could see right through me. "Illegitimate children won't work either. I've tested it with

or something darker. But for the first time, I truly felt the weight of the burdens Asher had been

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

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

the next words slipping out as a shaky

"O-our kids..."

for denial, for reassurance, for

a horrifying

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

lose them to

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

be born to die..."

"Yes..." he said.

my stomach churn violently, a wave of nausea rising in my

him, tilting

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

averted my gaze, clenching

an affair with your father -

my teeth, quickly wiping off my tears, but

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 - not

at him, tears burning in my

from what you want to do to our kids?"

end with us, it'll end with them," he said matter-of-factly, his

doesn't solve

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

his voice made me shudder. It was as though he spoke of a mere strategy,