Offered to the Triplet Alphas
Chapter 111
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.
in a mortal body, receiving the mortal punishment. Her soul will suffer not death, but
filled with a daunting gravity, and despite his
pain will
a deep breath, I pursed my quivering
sins and every wound she caused. Her redemption is her responsibility, so no one else can, or 'should,' bear the burden of her karma. Her guilt will follow her through countless
chest tightened, his words hitting me like a
was a silence that haunted our
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
I finally accepted the one thing I had been denying all
immortality, their 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
I had consciously - deliberately - kept her alive within me for all these years to cope with my
one who could reclaim my identity. From this grave, she couldn't touch me, let alone control
He wanted me to understand that what was hers could never be mine, and she could never steal what belonged
I was safe.
was my fault. I longed to live her life, to fulfill her dreams out of guilt. And so, I had buried myself
for revenge... why else would I've brought you here?"
my face to the side as he kissed the corner
right to fuck you over your mother's grave. For my cock to ravage your pussy while you rip the forget-me-nots,
on my body slid away. I voluntarily stayed on my four,
to my knees, using all my strength to push him
his wrists, I slammed him to the ground, pinning his hands beside his head as I straddled his waist, breathing
the side of my face as I leaned in, my face
remained on the ground, contemplating me with a
dripping
for me to be here, but why had it taken me so long to realize that it
why his harsh words hurt so deeply. His raw pain had bled into them so
choked, my voice cracking
our eyes remained locked for what
If there's one thing I know about you, it's that you never do anything without a reason. And your reason... it can never be as hollow as revenge." "My reasons - if they are related to you - can never be
the tears off my eyes and cheeks, refusing to let them blur my vision as I took him
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.
dry lips, swallowing
"I feel, Asher."
lowering my head
a soft, calm tone, the
But... at the same time... there's this feeling that... I... I... I..." "That you survived?" He completed my words, and I broke
and sat up, shifting me gently onto his lap so that my
you went through - wasn't wrong. Loving her - even if she didn't deserve it - wasn't a mistake. And
About Offered to the Triplet Alphas - Chapter 111
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