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.

know love might hurt me more than it heals right now. But of all the truths I need

was about to take another step toward him when

shadows billowed from Asher's frame like dark flames. Crackling through the air, they swirled across the room in all directions before they shot

hands before my face defensively. I waited for them to attack me, but they stopped inches away from me. My breaths turned into shaking pants, my chest heaving as I lowered my hands. The predatory shadows circled around me like

for a moment, I

out to touch

as my fingers grazed their icy phantom touch, a current of sparks zapped through me, electrifying my veins with a dangerous

Asher grunt through his clenched jaws, and

remember seeing his fists loosen before the shadows consumed me, and I blacked out for a few

His light grey eyes darkened into onyx black as they pierced right through my soul. His drunken

as violently as

move, but his shadows kept me pinned to the bed. Their icy tendrils slithered over my skin, swirling

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

demand. I sunk deeper and deeper beneath his weight, the suffocating and

my mind. He devoured my every moan, my every gasp,

deeper, his shadows branding every inch of my body with their touch. They slipped down my spine, curled

my nipples, tormenting them until they hardened beneath the thin fabric of my white nightgown,

then he tore himself away

manipulator, Starsoul," he whispered into

hit my chest at the sound of him calling me

my face, he lifted himself from me. His grey

at him,

Asher's voice was hoarse, yet dangerously calm, as though he had reclaimed the control he

the only manipulation 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 knees,

my chest like a sharp pang. Hearing him recite my thoughts out loud

my jaws, I turned my face to the side, averting my gaze. My chest heaved, the weight

I refused to acknowledge them as my own, I couldn't escape the

I whimpered. "I

not you. It's your mother who won't stop fucking with your mind, so...

more profound between my legs. It felt as though their tendrils had transformed into fingers, pressing firmly against

before they slithered inside me, their icy caress igniting a sinful euphoria in the depths of my core. The tendrils spread across my insides,

entirely. I arched my hips, breathless and desperate. Every flicker of their touch just fuelled the

me.

with the arousal,

cracked, a mix of

wife?" he asked, his tone

into a gasp as his shadows slid

cum? You want my shadows to seal my cum inside you until you

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

mouth, pressing down on my tongue with a roughness that made me gag, tears stinging into my

words." His voice was low

cried, my words muffled and slurred

fuck all my hatred inside you?" he asked, holding

my breath stuttering, before I whispered,

will fuck you better than any hero ever did. Fuck love stories. Who wants to hear fake 'I love yous' when

me, withdrawing his fingers and his shadows all at once, freeing me from

eyes as I shook