Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-108. Grave of love

[Asher]

The numbers on the screen of the laptop before my eyes blurred into meaningless shapes. The voice of my cabinet members sitting around the round table faded into a distant noise.

I was supposed to focus on the budget plan, the foundation for the pack's next financial year - a matter of irrefutable importance, especially with the impending celestial trying to break into our realm every day. We had to put extra monetary focus on tightening the pack's security.

Yet, my mind had abandoned the conference hall entirely.

It was just my body in this room. My everything else was with Xanthea.

Since last night, Xanthea had been sitting motionless on the cold marble floor, staring at the forget-me-nots with sunken, dead eyes, watching the last of blue blossoms wilt and droop in the flowerpot.

And I had been staring at her in the back of my mind, waiting patiently, desperately trying to understand what it could mean for her to watch the flowers die.

Was she waiting for her own death?

Was it a timer for something?

I tried to care about anything that was being discussed. But no matter how badly I tried to focus on the cabinet meeting, Xanthea's silence and the depth of her hollow gaze overshadowed everything. And then I heard her voice echo in my mind. A soft, trembling whisper that barely reached me, but it was enough to end my longing.

I finally heard her beautiful voice.

Not her screams, her sobs, or her cries. But her tranquil voice - the voice that breathes life into my very soul.

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding a few beats faster as I sat straighter in my chair, loosening my tie.

"How could you?" she murmured.

I squinted, sharpening my focus on her voice.

"How could you... so casually... wield your curiosity... as such a cruel weapon against so many innocent people?"

Her words sliced through the noise of the meeting, absorbing me wholly. I shut my eyes.

Her hands trembled as they pulled the flowerpot close and cradled it to her chest, her tears dripping on the parched soil, damping it dark.

"Mom..." she whispered.

And then it happened. The moment I had been waiting for.

It happened so suddenly, so explosively, I felt its impact with a physical jolt as adrenaline flooded my veins, the tips of my fingers tingling as they dug into the armrest of my chair.

"I HATE YOU, MOM!"

Her scream tore through my mind with such force that my eyes snapped open as she hurled the flowerpot across the room.

The sharp sound of shattering clay merged with the thunder cracking in the dark sky. The flowers, leaves, dried soil and broken shards scattered on the black marble in a mess around Xanthea as she glared into nothingness, panting badly, her hands clenching her chest.

My chair scraped loudly against the floor as I shot to my feet. The abrupt movement startled everyone in the cabinet, their murmurs ceasing in an instant.

All heads turned toward me. Bewilderment and alarm stunned their expressions. Everyone abruptly rose to their feet, disoriented.

"What happened, Alpha?" Draknor took an alarmed stance, his tone wary, as though he was bracing himself for a war or an invasion.

Without wasting another second, I strode out of the conference hall.

'Draknor. Take over the meeting,' I commanded through the mindlink.

'Alpha, what could be more important than the budget meeting at a time like this?' he asked, his voice a mix of concern and confusion.

'My wife,' I replied, breaking into a sprint as the corridor stretched endlessly ahead.

***

My shadows twisted and folded the air around my body as I ran forward. The corridor walls dissolved into a void of swirling darkness and light. My steps came to a halt as the void collapsed and reshaped around me into the familiar hallway outside my penthouse.

I gazed at the door, knowing that my Xanthea was just beyond it.

I took a deep breath, bracing myself as I strode toward it, but stopped, my hand lingering over the handle as I shut my eyes.

isolate Xanthea from the rest of the world, I had turned my house into a prison. No one could enter, leave,

all my faith, I entrust myself

Please save me...

Please... help me...

words anchored me. Steeling myself, I unlocked the door and

legs grew heavier as I neared the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar; the

held low, her figure a shadow against the towering windows that framed the

heartbeats creating a resonating hypnotic melody as though nature had embraced her pain because I could not. Soothed it because I could not. I stopped in front of her. Kneeling on one

our bedroom in fleeting bursts of light. For a moment, it felt as though the storm didn't just invade our bedroom - but it

us

Xanthea's psychology in

mind in such a way that when Xanthea came across her mother's guilt, she instantly owned them as her own without reasoning or

her new vessel, to take her place and continue Cadence's life

tragedy fall on my wife. Xanthea was meant for things far greater than Cadence could

and conquer before she could face and accept the darkness within herself and come into her own

someone to hate, someone to channel her pain and rage toward - and it couldn't be

that she doesn't deserve any of this. Only then will she understand her true worth, embrace what she's meant to become, and accept both her weaknesses and her powers as

that day

fully aware that answering it might hurt

her head, her eyes meeting mine. Until now,

my name trembled out of her parched lips

tried to get up, but stumbled and fell on the floor

took back the step that my body had involuntarily taken towards her to save her from the fall, but I controlled myself right

again and again, as though chanting my name was the only way to clear the dark

impassive face. She winced, scrambling to her feet as

where she stood, barefoot. Shards of glass were scattered

another, trudging through the shards without a care for

I gritted my teeth.

Fuck this!

the floor like a dark

didn't you come to me? I know I hurt you. I knew you were mad at me, but I needed you

was so scared. How

rage, which

to me when the time was right. You were watching me. I

she

me in your dark room, not here, where I

off her lips as she shook

a punishment. I would still be in your embrace, surrounded by our memories. I have made

another

me, I knew you wouldn't abandon me or discard me like your other brides. Because I am... your Xanthea, right?" she looked at me with uncertain eyes, fidgeting

the glass and silence gripped us both, tightening its hold on

won't even talk to me now?" she asked, nibbling on her lower

averted my eyes, failing to endure the intensity of her

flickered to the floor, her gaze darting around as she tried to hide her frenzy. "This is what you wanted, right? For me to

the edge of insanity, and the only thing that was keeping her grounded to reality was -

when I wasn't by

widened in realization. Icifer, who had been clawing to take over me for the last five

flowerpot because she finally understood she should hate her mother, not herself. No... she did

In that instant, my danger sense spiked, paralyzing my

push her too

I cross a

fists,

right now she was the one

"Asher... I'm sorry..."

and pain. She stepped closer, but there was hesitation in her

forgetting about us. But thank you for being with me in all my heats. I might

my jaws, my eyes darkening. Her words twisted inside me, creating a

remember us," she said. "I remember

no emotions, no warmth. They were just as hollow as

yearned to hear from the

us, remembered me, it wasn't enough. Not when the pain behind

a part of me longed to believe every

her bloodied feet as she stood at an arm's distance from

touch my face grazed against my jaws when I turned my back towards