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.

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

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

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 a pack of wolves

scent flooded the room, drugging my senses, and for a moment, I inhaled him so deeply that I wanted my soul to be nothing

my hand, reaching out to touch

grazed their icy phantom

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

before the shadows consumed me, and I blacked out for

I opened my eyes to Asher straddling my hips. His light grey eyes darkened into onyx black as they pierced

my lungs, racing as violently as the pulse pounding against his shadow

over my skin, swirling and tightening around my wrists, ankles, and throat, leaving

I could utter a word; his lips crashed against mine, a bruising

and writhing, unable to keep up with his fervent demand. I

wiped all thoughts out of my mind. He devoured my every moan, my every gasp,

fiercer, 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

fabric of my white nightgown, every brush igniting a fresh wave of heat through

then he tore himself away from me.

Starsoul," he whispered

restless nausea hit my chest at the sound

himself

back at

was hoarse, yet dangerously calm,

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

through me, guilt stabbing into my chest like a sharp pang. Hearing him recite my thoughts out loud just made them

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

acknowledge them as my own, I couldn't escape the guilt of having them when I confessed. "I warned you... I can feel

not me," I whimpered.

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

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

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

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

me.

together to cope with the arousal, but

uh... please... ah!" My voice cracked, a mix

wife?" he asked, his tone hoarse

as his shadows slid deeper, fingering me harder, rubbing my clitoris with a maddening

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

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

mouth, pressing down on my tongue with a roughness that made me

words." His voice

cried, my words muffled and slurred around his

me to fuck all my

my breath stuttering, before I

I promise you, 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

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

my eyes as I