Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-109. Love hate lies(18+)

[Xanthea]

A thousand thoughts raced through my mind in an instant as his silence grew heavy with an unspoken warning. A warning cautioning me to stay as far away from him as possible.

A crippling gravity radiated from Asher with a force that sent a sudden, inexplicable weakness through my knees.

The darkness around him grew denser with every breath I forced into my lungs. As if my very breaths were awakening the grim shadows that slowly stirred to life.

Even with all the warning signs, I was drawn to his darkness, to his danger. Ignoring the brutal chill that shot down my spine, I took a step closer to him.

I knew love was a sin in hell, but my soul was already damned and my heart hellbound. If treading in pain was my only fate, then I wanted to tread towards him - towards my demon lords. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself.

"Asher," I called. "Please look at me."

He gritted his teeth, a low, threatening growl rumbling from his chest. A cold sweat stung across my skin as I struggled to resist the instinct to step back.

My fists tightened as I swallowed hard, fear coiling in my gut.

The tension curdled the air between us, seeping into my bones. I knew beyond his control was nothing but chaos.

But no matter how stormy his aura became, he would always be my refuge. Because without him... I wasn't just losing my mind - I was losing myself.

I knew my confession wasn't as sincere as I wished it to be - my thoughts closer to the fear of isolation than love, and my intentions entirely selfish. But I trusted him more than I trusted myself, and all I wanted was for him to stay. "Please talk to me, Asher," I pleaded.

"There's nothing left to say." Although his voice was calm, there was a slight tremor in his words and breaths. "You've already made your choice."

My heart hammered against my ribs, turning more anxious at his words.

Was it love, or was it just the aching need to escape the suffocating isolation? I couldn't tell. My mind was at war with my body, but my soul craved his presence.

So, when he strode toward the door, panic surged through me.

Stay.

Stay.

Make him stay.

"There are voices in my head! Voices that are not mine," I blurted out, licking my parched lips.

I didn't know why I felt like I had to say this now, like if I didn't, I'd never get another chance.

Once I made sure he wasn't leaving, I took a deep breath and continued.

"Ever since I woke up... my mother's memories haunt my mind in a never-ending loop. I see Ezra and Raven go through all that pain again and again. One moment, I want to run to Ezra and beg for his forgiveness and the next I am terrified to even face him."

The boundaries between my thoughts and my mother's had blurred so painfully, I couldn't tell where I ended and she began.

"I keep having compulsive, disturbing thoughts. Sometimes, I have to repeat my name, over and over again, just to remind myself that I'm still Xanthea. But sometimes even that doesn't work, so... I call your name..." My voice, breathless and soft, faltered with each word.

the truths I need to accept about myself, this is the one I want to admit first: I'm in love

to take another step toward him when my body froze, petrified

Crackling through the

crossing my hands before my face defensively. I waited for them to attack me, but they stopped inches away from me. My breaths

flooded the room, drugging my senses, and for a moment, I inhaled him so deeply that I wanted my soul

out to touch the

their

heard Asher grunt through his clenched jaws, and then everything went pitch

seeing his fists loosen before the shadows consumed me,

into onyx black as they pierced right through my

stalled in my lungs, racing as violently as the pulse pounding against his

slithered over my skin, swirling and

parted my lips but before I could utter a word; his lips crashed against mine, a bruising kiss that had

moaning and writhing, unable to keep up with his fervent demand. I sunk deeper and deeper beneath his weight, the suffocating and the

devoured my every moan, my every gasp, charging my body with a longing to hold

branding every inch of my body with their touch. They slipped down my spine, curled around my thighs and trailed

hardened beneath the thin fabric of my white nightgown, every brush igniting a fresh

my body against his, and right then he tore himself away from me. We gasped

a sweet manipulator, Starsoul," he whispered into my

hit my chest

his elbows on either side of my face, he lifted himself from me. His grey eyes

stared back at him, tensing my

words." Asher's voice was hoarse, yet dangerously calm, as though he had reclaimed the control he had lost just

that can work on Asher," he said and I widened my eyes, my heart assaulting against my ribs. "Even with everyone around him, Asher has lived a lifetime of isolation. Give him a little love and he'll be on his

like a sharp pang. Hearing him recite my thoughts out loud just made them

the side, averting my gaze. My

the truth was those thoughts were indeed one of the many compulsive ones that haunted my mind. Though I refused to acknowledge them as my own, I couldn't escape the

me," I

know it's not you. It's your mother who won't stop fucking

on my lips as his shadow's touch became more profound between my legs. It felt as though their

euphoria in the depths of my core. The tendrils spread across my insides, reaching places, tormenting and teasing

threw back my head, gritting back the whimpers. The sensations surged like wildfire, consuming me entirely. I arched my hips, breathless and desperate. Every flicker of their touch

me.

with the arousal, but Asher made his shadows part

please... ah!" My voice cracked,

wife?" he asked, his

slid deeper, fingering me harder, rubbing my

my cock inside you? You want me to fill you with my cum? You want my shadows to seal

choked moan tore from my throat as I nodded frantically, my mind went numb as my mouth agape

fingers into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue with a roughness

voice was low

I cried, my words muffled and

my hatred inside you?" he asked,

breath stuttering,

your villain will fuck you better than any hero ever did. Fuck love stories. Who wants to hear fake 'I love yous' when 'I hate yous' are so much more

his fingers and his shadows all at once,

I shook my head, rising on my