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.

world, I had turned my house into a prison. No one could enter, leave, or even teleport

faith, I entrust myself to

Please save me...

Please... help me...

Xanthea's words anchored me. Steeling myself,

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

in the center of the room, her head held low, her figure a shadow against the towering

not. Soothed it because

rumbled in the twisting clouds as lightning flooded our bedroom in fleeting bursts of light. For a moment, it felt as though the storm didn't just invade

faded, leaving us cloaked in shadows once

had programmed Xanthea's psychology in the most

didn't just heavily manipulated Xanthea's emotions through her diaries, but she had conditioned her mind in such a way that when Xanthea came across her mother's

wanted Xanthea to be her new vessel, to take her place

won't let that tragedy fall on my wife. Xanthea was meant for things far greater

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

to hate, someone to channel her pain and rage toward - and it couldn't be herself, Ezra, or Raven. So, I will have to bear this

so I know that one day, my Xanthea will come to me and admit that she doesn't deserve any of this. Only then will she understand her true

day was not

answering it might hurt her and tear her identity apart all over again. "Weren't they... your

cracked in the sky and she finally lifted her head, her eyes meeting mine. Until now,

name trembled out of her parched lips as a

weakness as she tried to get up, but stumbled and fell on the floor again,

her to save her from the fall, but I controlled myself right

though chanting my name was the only way to

to her feet as she

to the floor where she stood, barefoot. Shards of glass were scattered all over her path, their sharp edges inches away from her feet.

a care for the pain they caused,

I gritted my teeth.

Fuck this!

my palm, spreading across the floor like a

called for you so many times, again and again. Why didn't you come to me? I know I hurt you. I knew you were mad at me, but I needed you more than

see you again... I was so scared. How could you-" her

with suppressed rage, which

I deserved it. Even so, I knew you'd come to me when the time was right. You were watching me. I could feel your gaze

blushed, lowering her gaze shyly as she wiped off her

isolated me in your dark room, not

off her lips as

dark room, it wouldn't be a punishment. I would still be in your embrace, surrounded by our memories. I have made

another step towards

with everything that's wrong with 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 with her fingers anxiously. Her emotions were all

silence gripped

even talk to me now?" she asked, nibbling on her lower

hard, I averted my eyes, failing to endure

what you wanted, right? For me

was slowly slipping towards the edge of insanity, and the only thing that was keeping

when I wasn't by

in realization. Icifer, who had been clawing to take over me for the last five days, was now eerily

her mother, not herself. No...

In that instant, my danger sense spiked, paralyzing my

I push

I cross a line

clenched my fists,

can't be because right now she was the one playing with my

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

closer, but there was hesitation in her demeanor, like she

with me in all my heats. I might not remember the time our souls spent together all these years

words twisted inside me, creating a bittersweet

"I remember you. And...

words hung between us with no emotions,

was telling me exactly what I had yearned to hear from the moment I saw

it wasn't enough. Not when the

a part of me longed to believe every hollow word

beneath her bloodied feet as

my face grazed against my jaws when I turned my