Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-111. Forget me

[Xanthea]

Asher words reverberated in my mind like an eerie echo leeching into my thoughts.

My grave? What the hell does that even mean?

I am right here. Alive-

That's when it hit me, numbing my rage and fear, leaving me empty. My body went limp as the realization sunk deeper.

If my heart didn't slam against my ribs as violently as it did, I would have believed that I was truly dead.

A thought that had never crossed my mind before crashed like a wave, drowning my entire reality within seconds - was I ever truly alive?

"You mercilessly killed yourself every year on your birthday, burying your soul right here..." Asher said with a faint tremble in his voice. He pressed my palm against the cold white marble of the grave.

"Look what you've done to yourself, Xanthea... what you're still doing. You never mourned your mother. You only mourned yourself..."

Goosebumps prickled across my skin as tears welled in my eyes. Not because I was breaking, but somehow his words were making sense in a way that fixed something inside me. Something he never broke. I could feel the haze of my dark thoughts splintering as the moon glowed a little brighter.

His grip on my body turned gentler. Maybe because I had stopped resisting. I still didn't understand what he was doing or why, but it was working. It was slowly burning away my mother from me. Maybe because I finally realized what he wanted me to.

My tears dropped on the forget-me-nots as I peered at the grave.

"Do you want to know what happened to your mother's soul?" He asked grimly.

My breaths turned colder in my lungs as I took a quick gulp.

"Such information is highly confidential. I could get into a lot of trouble for breaking several laws of the universe as I share this with you, but the trouble's going to be so worth it."

He sounded almost like Ezra, his voice edging towards madness.

"Your mother's soul isn't rotting in some hell." Asher's laugh was jagged, like shards of glass. "No - hell would've been a mercy. After losing her immortality, Cadence died as a mortal, and her soul entered the karmic cycle - the cycle of life and death. She will live and die as many times as the lives she destroyed. Her every life will be uglier than the last until she's endured every drop of pain she ever caused."

His thumb brushed over my tear-stained cheek, almost tender like a blade when it cuts the skin.

"You think you can redeem her by punishing yourself?" He chuckled. "The karma is far crueler than you. That's how the universe works: anything you give others returns to you tenfold."

My breath hitched as he sank into my nape, his nose trailing along the curve of my neck.

mortal body, receiving the mortal punishment. Her soul

filled with a daunting gravity, and despite his attempt to keep a

her, Xanthea. No pain will suffice. There will be no

a deep breath, I pursed my quivering lips,

so no one else can, or 'should,' bear the burden of her karma.

his words hitting me like a

was a silence that

A part of me knew she deserved it, and there could have been no harsher punishment for her. But another part of me was consumed by grief - the part that couldn't wish such a fate on even my worst enemy. But somehow, no matter how harsh his words were or how deeply they cut, a strange relief washed over me, because his

with the fact that my mother was gone. I finally accepted the one thing I had been denying all my life: my mother was dead, buried in this grave,

soul is bound to remain trapped in the endless cycle of life and death. And this was the rule of the universe that even my mother

because I had consciously - deliberately - kept her alive

I was the only one who could

her emotions and her memories. He wanted me to understand that what was hers could

I was safe.

my fault. I longed to live her life, to fulfill her dreams out of guilt. And so, I had buried myself in this grave for twenty-three years. This was,

brought you here?" Asher's voice was low, dangerous.

my face to the side as he kissed the corner of my

fuck you over your mother's grave. For my cock to ravage your pussy while you rip the forget-me-nots, screaming my name as your

voluntarily stayed on my four, my chest heaving as he unbuckled

rose to my knees, using all

pinning his

down the side of my face as I leaned in, my face right

he silently remained on the ground, contemplating me with a blank

down my face, dripping onto his and soaking

long to realize that it was probably hurting him a thousand

I understood why his harsh words hurt so deeply. His raw pain had bled into them so subtly that I doubted if he had noticed

voice cracking because of

our eyes remained locked for

about you, it's that you never do anything without a reason. And your reason... it can never be

eyes and cheeks, refusing to let

to the darkroom. It was one of the most overwhelming experiences of my life; something I'll never forget. Not because I almost lost my mind there, but because it helped me find us - our memories. And in those memories, I met myself... for the first time. The real Xanthea who has all the freedom to feel all emotions. There is no darkroom around

dry lips, swallowing

"I feel, Asher."

his wrists, I sat on his waist, lowering my head so that my

do you feel?" he asked in a soft, calm tone, the

chest. "With myself. But... at the same time... there's this feeling that... I... I... I..." "That you survived?"

breath and sat up, shifting me gently onto his lap so that my

didn't deserve it - wasn't a mistake. And if you see it as