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.

more than it heals right now. But of all the truths I need to accept about myself, this is the one

take another step toward him when my body froze, petrified by an icy surge of

flames. Crackling through the air, they swirled across the room in all directions before

my 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

scent flooded the room, drugging my senses, and for a moment, I inhaled him so

hand, reaching out to touch the flickering

as soon as my fingers grazed their icy phantom touch, a current of sparks zapped

grunt through his clenched jaws,

shadows consumed me, and I blacked out for a

light grey eyes darkened into onyx black as they pierced right through my soul. His drunken gaze was wild, dark with hunger,

my lungs, racing as violently as the

his shadows kept me pinned to the bed. Their icy tendrils slithered over my skin, swirling and tightening around my wrists, ankles, and throat, leaving a trail of feverish shivers wherever they

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

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

my every moan, my every gasp, charging my body with a longing to hold him, to wrap my arms around him, to pull

body with their touch. They slipped down my spine, curled around my thighs and trailed up to my breasts,

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

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

manipulator, Starsoul," he

my chest at the sound of him calling

side of my face, he lifted himself from me. His grey eyes gleamed with amusement

at

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

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

guilt stabbing into my chest like a sharp pang. Hearing him

my face to the side, averting my gaze. My chest heaved, the weight of his

compulsive ones that haunted my mind. Though I refused to acknowledge them as my own, I couldn't escape the guilt of having

not me," I whimpered. "I can

know it's not you. It's your mother who won't stop fucking with your mind, so... let me fuck her out

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

caress igniting a sinful euphoria in the depths

I arched my hips,

me.

the arousal, but Asher made

cracked, a mix of

he asked, his tone hoarse

shadows slid deeper, fingering

to fill you with my cum? You want my shadows to seal my

throat as I nodded frantically, my mind went numb as my mouth

mouth, pressing down on my

His voice was low

Yes! Yes!" I cried, my words muffled and slurred around his

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

stuttering, before I

promise you, your villain will fuck you better than any hero ever did. Fuck love stories. Who wants to hear fake

at once, freeing

into my eyes as I shook