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.

right now. But of all the truths I need to accept about myself,

step toward him when my body froze, petrified by an

Asher's frame like dark flames. Crackling through the air, they swirled across the room

to attack me, but they stopped inches away from me. My breaths turned into shaking pants,

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

hand, reaching out to touch the

as soon as my fingers grazed their icy phantom

Asher grunt through his clenched jaws, and then

before the shadows consumed me, and I blacked out for a few

into onyx

as violently as the pulse pounding

Their icy tendrils slithered over my skin, swirling and tightening around

lips crashed against mine, a bruising kiss that had my heart

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

every moan, my every gasp, charging my body with a

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

the thin fabric of my white nightgown, every brush igniting

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

Starsoul," he whispered into my

restless nausea hit my chest at the

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

at him,

love me, but your thoughts don't match your sweet, tempting words." Asher's voice was hoarse, yet dangerously calm, as though he had

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

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

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

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 whimpered.

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

between my legs. It felt as though their tendrils had

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

whimpers. The sensations surged like wildfire, consuming me entirely. I arched my hips, breathless and desperate. Every flicker of their touch just fuelled the flames of pleasure waiting to

me.

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

cracked, a mix of desperation and

his tone hoarse

gasp as his shadows slid deeper, fingering me harder,

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

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

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

voice was low

words

my hatred inside

hesitated, my breath stuttering, before I whispered,

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

glared at me, withdrawing his fingers and his shadows all at once, freeing me from all restraints but leaving me with an aching

burned into my eyes as I