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," 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." "Then

there when she cursed my father," Asher said,

Why was Asher there?

he until

asked the one that had occupied my

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

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

a nervous gulp, I blinked

put it into words. Clenching my clammy palms into fists,

spread by..." my throat closed up, but I pushed through "... by s-stopping the

with an intensity that made the air

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

nails dug into my palm, biting into my

I can't choose what's convenient for me, love. And I can't let you, my wife, choose what's less

nodded, trying to

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

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

the Prime pack ever since the Infernal Realm came into existence," Asher said, his gaze falling to his hand as if it carried the weight

a

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 things I

eyes met mine, sharp

as Alpha. 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 -

between us, a truth

thoughts staggering on the edge of my tongue, but I

eyes narrowing as if he could see right through me. "Illegitimate children won't work either.

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

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

hell, everything would fall

only way left... is to block the curse. Offspring

the next words slipping out

"O-our kids..."

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

a horrifying

knot in

lose them to

choked it down, my hands trembling as

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

"Yes..." he said.

violently, a wave of nausea rising in my

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

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

averted my gaze, clenching my

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

teeth, quickly wiping off my tears, but Asher

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

looked at him, tears burning in

from what you want to do to

are 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

doesn't solve

While they wouldn't feed the curse, they wouldn't be heirs strong

made me shudder. It was as though he spoke of a