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.

find a 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

father, becoming a lot more malignant when it passed down to us. A curse that remained hidden for years and even now, my brothers

she cursed my father," Asher said, and

Why was Asher there?

he until

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

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

couldn't tell if he genuinely wanted me to

nervous gulp, I blinked

didn't want to put it into words. Clenching my clammy palms into fists, I

spread by..." my throat closed up, but I

gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that made the air between us

you choose the one that's convenient for

into my palm, biting into

can't let you, my wife, choose what's less painful

nodded, trying to bite

have heirs," I said, my voice trembling as I looked into his eyes through

expression remained stoic, the weight of his silence pressing down on me like a judgment I wasn't prepared

Realm came into existence," Asher said, his

fingers slightly, a

I provide it with just

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

hung between us,

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

you're thinking," he said, his eyes narrowing as if he could

in his eyes. I couldn't tell if it was exhaustion or something darker. But for the first time,

him apart - even with me present." His words slowed as he drew in a deep breath. "I can't

heaven to hell,

I dreaded clawed their way out of me. "The only way left... is to block the curse. Offspring from

slipping out as a

"O-our kids..."

eyes desperately - for denial, for reassurance, for anything that might

said, and a

in my chest, so heavy I could barely

only to lose them

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

kids who'd be born to die..." I said, holding his

"Yes..." he said.

thought made my stomach churn violently, a wave of nausea rising

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

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

gaze, clenching

why she conceived you from an affair with your father - to make sure you bore the weight of

gritted my teeth, quickly wiping off my

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

him, tears burning in my

that any different from what you want to do to our

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

doesn't solve anything," I

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

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