Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter 116

Chapter-116. Wounds and power

[Xanthea]

A sharp pulse of pain zapped through my head, every nerve and blood vessel

screaming in agony. My muscles spasmed, my bones felt as if they were melting as the life force was yanked from my body and poured into my tongue - fueling the spell with

raw energy.

My vision blurred for a moment, but I kept my gaze locked on Yandor's chest wound. "Ugh!" Yandor staggered, a sharp groan tearing from his throat as his stance wavered.

His axe swung low, its speed relatively slow, but not slow enough.

Yandor's axe slashed across Asher's back, a ruthless arc of crimson sprayed into the misty downpour. Asher's body lurched forward from the impact, crashing on the ground hard with an ominous thud.

Without wasting another second, Yandor slammed his pointed metallic sabaton into Asher's chest and kicked him. Asher shot right past me, crashing on mother's grave onto his back.

"Die, you filthborn ashling!" Yandor growled, lunging towards him with the spear-end of his weapon directed to pierce Asher's heart.

Mid-run, I twisted on my heels and sprinted to intercept Yandor's attack, slamming into him with full force and speed.

Clang!

But before my arm could collide with the spear, the celestial prince teleported behind me, deflecting it into the ground with his sword.

Still, the spear grazed my arm, splitting the skin and shattering my bones. Had I taken the hit head-on, I would have lost my arm in seconds.

However, at that moment, all I saw was an opening.

I slammed my other palm over Yandor's chest.

"Jualsra..." I whispered.

"No!" the celestial prince immediately grabbed Yandor's arm and teleported far away from me.

Herrew a spent my i montlers lacr rever silarear-frontevern with ter srlardow: teraiser foresaw the damage it could inflict when chanted at such close range.

But he was already too late. Yandor's most fatal wound had been de-healed.

No one and nothing could heal a wound de-healed by Jualsra unless the caster willingly revoked the spell.

***

That didn't stop the prince from blocking Yandor from my view, as he hurriedly pulled out vials of potions from his cloak. But Yandor couldn't swallow a single sip without choking on more blood as his chest tore apart from within.

If I were at my mother's level, I could've de-healed all his wounds at once without it taking much toll on my body. But I wasn't. The phantom pain throbbed in my chest, making it hard to breathe, yet I kept my composure.

"The potions won't work and if you think just hiding him from my vision will stop the spell, you are wrong," I said. "I already have a clear picture of his wound in my mind." The prince looked at me over his shoulder.

"A witch..." Nikolai mumbled. "Those demons have turned my sister into a fucking witch! A freaking monster!"

Had I heard Nikolai say those words two months back, I would have had some reaction, but right now, I couldn't care less.

I knew exactly what I was doing.

"Since you haven't already chanted Jualsra for a third time, I am hoping there's room for a conversation," the prince said, getting to his feet as he turned to face me again.

It's true that I wanted to use Jualsra to gain the upper hand, but that wasn't the only thing stopping me from chanting it a third time, because once I did, Yandor would be as good as dead.

There was a mysterious resistance from within, something restraining me from going any further.

Maybe this was what a blood connection felt like. Or perhaps it was my mother's happy memories with Yandor, lingering in the back of my mind. Or maybe it was the promise I made to Asher.

it was

neutralized by the second chant, I wouldn't have hesitated to

"Lord Yandor is your grandfather. He was only acting on his protective instincts towards his family. He thought you were forced into a marriage with the demon lords, that they kept you against your will. But there seems to

I asked, my voice cold. "And why should I listen or trust a single word you say when your idea of starting a conversation was a

words carefully

or Alpha Asher. Lord Yandor lost his calm the moment he saw his

control his emotions? He looks like he's a high rank celestial. Still, he lacks basic manners, etiquettes, even the rationality to fathom the consequences of his actions? He attacked the Alpha of the Infernal Pack. Do you think the Prime Alpha Council will take that

they slipped out of my

of Solvaris pack, humbly apologize on behalf of my beta and my

your half-ass apology? Will it heal my husband's wound? Will it reverse the blood he lost? You still don't understand the situation, do you? As the demon lords' wife, let me make one thing

don't know how my words

meant every one

I was scared-

anyone else,

might actually do what I was

that I'd do

rational. To destroy everyone

what the world

the

exactly what I

meant he also knew I had already

that knowledge

would be the only sensible reason for an alpha like him to bow

ground, he went

Please give me a chance to clear the misunderstanding,

Got you.

the holy rain. Withdraw all your weapons.

voice as steady as possible, clenching my trembling fingers into a tight fist to fight the

Jualsra spell was taking a heavy toll on my

"My lady-"

gaze fixed on Yandor as he lay on the ground, gasping as blood spurted out of his mouth,

just bluffing. This must be the demon's doing. She can't do anything. Don't fall for her trap!" Ignoring Nikolai, the prince rose to his feet and lifted his gaze to the sky before turning it back to me. His gaze held mine as the misty curtain of rain faltered. The stinging drops softened into a gentle

Finally.

spell and spare lord Yandor," the prince

his hood.

will depend on how well you can talk," I said. "I know you only want to talk because you have no other choice. I expected nothing less from the cowards

a glare

will try harder to convince you and the truth will be revealed faster.' Asher's words

was in no condition to manipulate them,

deceive you into believing I was your old man's relative, but

to visit my mother, Freya Plath's

I turned towards Asher.

on him to analyze

breaths caught in my lungs, my heart thundering in my

twice, thrice to

What is this?

fabric over

of the pitch-black marks on

But Asher-

of him was covered in them. Dense. Spreading. There wasn't

hadn't been

this

hell has he been through to end up like

who did

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