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.

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

toward him when my body froze, petrified by

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

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 a pack

I inhaled him so deeply that I wanted my soul to be

hand, reaching out to touch

was a stark silence. But as soon as my fingers grazed their icy phantom touch, a current of sparks zapped through

grunt through his clenched jaws, and then everything went

his fists loosen before the shadows consumed me, and I blacked

hips. His light grey eyes darkened into onyx black as

violently as the pulse pounding against his

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

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

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

tongue dominated mine, claiming my mouth with an intensity that wiped 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

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

they hardened beneath the thin fabric of my white

right then he tore himself away

such a sweet manipulator, Starsoul," he

hit my chest at the sound

on his elbows on either side of my face, he lifted himself from

at him, tensing my

tempting words." Asher's voice was hoarse, yet dangerously calm, as though

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

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

My chest

to deny it, but the 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

I whimpered. "I can

mother who won't stop fucking with your mind, so...

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 against

a sinful euphoria in the depths of my

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

me.

thighs together to cope with the arousal, but Asher made his shadows

cracked, a mix of desperation

he asked, his tone hoarse

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

my cum? You want my shadows to

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

mouth, pressing down on my tongue with

words." His voice was

my words

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

hesitated, my breath stuttering, before

did. Fuck love stories. Who wants to hear fake 'I love yous' when 'I hate yous' are so much more sincere and passionate? Right,

once,

my eyes as I shook