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

toward him when my

eyes widened as shadows billowed from Asher's frame like dark flames. Crackling through the air, they

attack me, but they stopped inches away from me. My breaths turned into shaking pants, my chest heaving as I lowered

a moment, I inhaled him so

hand, reaching out to touch the flickering

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

through his clenched jaws, and

shadows consumed me, and I blacked out for

opened my eyes to Asher straddling my hips. His light grey eyes darkened into onyx

as violently as

to move, but his shadows kept me pinned to the bed. Their icy tendrils slithered over my skin, swirling and tightening around my wrists, ankles, and throat,

could utter a word; his lips crashed against

fervent demand. I sunk deeper and deeper beneath his

all thoughts out of my mind. He devoured my every moan, my every gasp, charging my body with a longing to hold him, to wrap my arms around him, to pull him closer, but his shadows held me

deeper, his shadows branding every inch of my body with their touch. They slipped down my spine, curled around my thighs and trailed up to my breasts, their

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

arched my body against his, and right then he tore himself away from me. We gasped for air, inhaling each other's

manipulator, Starsoul," he whispered into

my chest at the sound of him

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

back at him, tensing

hoarse, yet dangerously calm, as though he had reclaimed the control he

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

me, guilt stabbing into my chest like a sharp pang. Hearing

turned my face to the side, averting my gaze. My chest heaved, the weight of his accusing scrutiny pressing down on my

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 guilt of having them when I confessed.

me," I

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

I bit down on my lips as his shadow's touch became more profound between my legs. It felt as though their tendrils had transformed into fingers, pressing firmly

down my legs before they slithered inside me, their icy caress igniting a sinful euphoria in the depths of my core. The tendrils spread across my insides, reaching places, tormenting and teasing hidden, sensitive

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

me.

squeeze my thighs together to cope with the arousal, but Asher made

ah!" My voice cracked,

wife?" he asked, his tone hoarse with

words dissolved into a gasp as his shadows slid deeper, fingering me harder, rubbing my

with my cum? You want my shadows to seal my cum inside

nodded frantically, my mind went numb as my mouth agape from

mouth, pressing down on my tongue with a roughness that

His voice was low and

words muffled

want me to fuck all my hatred inside you?" he

my breath stuttering,

than any hero ever did. Fuck love stories. Who wants to hear fake 'I love

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

I shook