Offered to the Triplet Alphas

[Raven]

"So, this is what you were trying to hide behind your ugly veil?" I strutted closer to her.

"I thought you had better things to do than to peep behind veils that aren't yours. After all, you have better people to be with, for example, your Luna candidate. What brings you to an omega's abode?" she said bitterly, standing near the door, suppressing her breathlessness.

"That doesn't answer my question." I cocked a brow.

She stared at me and then averted her eyes, taking a deep breath.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I have no obligation to answer you. You no longer have that power over me," she said.

I smirked, standing just inches away from her. Tilting my head, I trailed the back of my fingers down the side of her face. Her body stiffened, but she held my gaze, refusing to break the glare lock.

I slid the collar of her shirt aside, revealing the pink bite marks and hickeys Ezra had left behind on her fair skin.

Grabbing her throat, I yanked her against myself.

"You might be a luna candidate now, little omega, but you are still my wife and it won't take long for me to remind you of all the power I have over you," I spoke against her lips.

My grip around her throat loosened, and I slid my fingers down her collarbone over her breasts.

'You touch a woman because when she is around, you just can't keep your hands to yourself.' Nyssa's words resonated between the distance of our breaths.

Xanthea grabbed my wrist with both her hands.

"True. You can still claim my body whenever you want, but that's it! That's all the power you have left. But I am more than just my body and there are parts of me you can't touch without my permission," she shot back, glancing at the fit-it-all. "Just like you are no longer allowed to touch my things as you like."

I smirked with a scoff, withdrawing my hand from her as I stepped back.

"Don't get cocky just because you are a luna candidate now."

She smiled bitterly, stepping closer to me.

"It's basic manners not to touch a lady's bag. But then again, I shouldn't expect manners from a man who doesn't know how to treat a child. How could you-" she snarled "-how dare you throw Lana like that? Her wings are injured; she can't fly. You could have hurt her-"

"And how is that any of my problems?" I said, clenching my jaws as I towered over her. "Lana can heal herself."

"She is a child! Just because she can, doesn't mean she should. Especially on the watch of an adult. You have no right to treat her like that. Apologize to her."

"You are on another level of shamelessness. Who the hell do you think you are to question my authority?" I growled.

"You said it yourself, alpha Raven. I am your wife. And I can question your authority, not because I am Ezra's Luna candidate, but because I have a soul pact with you and that means something. It makes me something. If my soul belongs to you, then a part of your soul is mine, too."

The possessiveness laced in her obnoxious tone didn't irritate me; strangely, it ignited an uncanny hypnotic pull between us. Yet something in her eyes exuded a dangerous allure, identical to a siren's gaze. Leaning closer to her face, I smile.

"Nice try. But you can't change the subject or hide the elephant in the room. Let me tell you how this is going to end. The boy is going back to the hospital to his family, and that cat is heading to prison. There's nothing you can do about it. We can think about your and Lana's punishment later..."

Her brows drew into a weak frown as she took a tight gulp.

With a side-step, I walked past her towards the kids.

"I'll leave..." she said. "I will quietly leave with the children. You will never see them again. Once I take them somewhere safe, I will return, I promise. And then I will bear their fate, their punishment-"

I heard her breaths hitch as I broke into laughter.

"Safe? Where in this burning hell will you find somewhere safe for weak blood?" I growled, glaring at her over my shoulder. "What do you even know about this place? It's history, it's horrors! You have only spent a few weeks here under the constant protection of the demon lords, and you think you know this place? It's rules?"

She took in a shuddering breath.

"Please... let the kids go..." she said, her back facing me.

"Of course, they can leave for the hospital and the prison. That was my plan, after all," I said.

Her heart hammered against her ribs as I strode towards the kids. Her knuckles cracked as she clenched her fists tighter, her breaths racing.

"RUN!"

Her shriek split through the air as she hurtled towards me, colliding with surprising force. With a swift wave of my hand, I flung the door shut before the kids could run away.

With my other hand, I grabbed her arm and threw her onto the bed.

I tightened my fingers, preparing to get over with this kid's shit as quickly as possible. Because Xanthea was about to do something and my senses screamed at me to not take her lightly.

Before I could make a move, she launched herself at me in a blur of motion. With fierce momentum, she drove me backward, slamming my back into the wall.

"Step back!" she yelled; her voice laced with authority. "As the Luna candidate, with the binding power of my contract with Alpha Ezra, I take these three kids under my protection. I claim them as my own. You shall not harm them lest you wish to come in direct conflict with Alpha Ezra himself!"

"Huh! Your alpha Ezra will never know of this and even if he did, his decision wouldn't be any different from mine," I mocked.

"Shut up! He is not like you!"

I frowned as she dragged me across the wall with all her might. She pushed me back. For a brief second, I stumbled, and in those few seconds, she grabbed the fit-it-all pouch and bolted toward the door.

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In a flash, I teleported behind her, grabbed her nape, and pinned her against the wall. Her body trembled. Stream of strained grunts escaped her lips as she fought against my hold.

"Stop acting like a fucking bitch," I said, pressing my body into hers to stifle her resistance. "You think you can fight me? You think you can win?"

"Ah!" she let out a frustrated groan as I twisted her hand and pinned it on her back before she could elbow me in my guts.

"No! Leave her!" Lana yelled, shooting thorny vines whipping towards me. My butterflies rose in a fluttering shield, splintering the vines in mid-air.

"Why would you go to such lengths to protect some strangers? So much so that you are ready to risk your life for them?" I asked once she stopped struggling.

"Because as a kid, I wished there was an adult who'd do it for me," she said through her clenched teeth.

"So, this is a trauma response?"

"I don't know about trauma, but this is my response!" she yelled, pushing herself away from the wall.

Wrenching herself free from my grip, she shoved her hands into her pouch and yelled, "Hetrotia pollen!"

Before I could react, she threw a handful of powder towards my face. I shut my eyes quickly, trying not to inhale as the cloud of pollen settled around me. Hetrotia pollen was potent enough to cause temporary blindness when it came in direct contact with eyes.

Fucking hell! This is....

As I and my butterflies scrambled to brush the pollen off my face, the door rattled with her frantic attempts to pry it open. Her breaths came in quick, shallow gasps as she fought for escape.

"Damn it! Damn it!" she cursed, her voice laced with desperation as she threw her full strength into pushing and pulling the door.

The pollen burned as it settled over my skin. I could still feel the faint, lingering sting, but that was nothing compared to the thrill sparking under my skin.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I hissed, a feverish excitement overtaking my senses. "Now you've really turned me on for a hunt." My eyes grew heavy, drugged with madness.

I opened my eyes, and Xanthea froze, pinned under my heavy bloodlust as Pheles' presence flooded the room.

She banged on the door in frustration and defeated rage.

She darted a panicked look around, scanning for any exit, but there was none. Her breaths shivered as her fingers clenched into fists as they trailed down the door before she turned around to face me.

Her eyes widened when she looked into my eyes, charged with Pheles' presence.

But before the murky green shade of fear could overwhelm her, the subtle whimpers of the kids ignited the raging red in her aura again. Zosha and the boy's figure became more visible as the effects of the invisibility potion wore off. "Do you know how our first bride lost her life?" I asked, my voice a low, menacing rasp as I scrubbed away the last traces of pollen from my eyes and took another step toward her.

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Her breaths grew shallow, her chest heaving faster. Her shaking hands stretched out to shield the kids behind her. Horror filled her gaze, growing with each inch I closed between us.

"Foolish girl thought she could run away from us," I taunted, flexing my fingers as they morphed into deadly, razor-sharp claws. "So, I hunted her down and ripped her throat out..." My words hung heavy in the air, filling her with unsettling restlessness.

I watched as her jaw clenched, a slight tremor in her lips betraying the tears she held back. Her breaths turned more uneven.

"You've gotten so comfortable with us; you've forgotten something very important..." I stepped even closer, my voice dropping to a haunting whisper. "We're demons. If you want to run away and see hell so badly, I can be... your personalized hell, omega."

It was time to end her fairytale and wake her up to reality.

She clenched her fists, breathing heavily, and then forced a smile, shutting her eyes.

"I really thought I saw something good in you when you introduced me to Lana and showed me a way to help Zosha. I was wrong." Her voice hardened. "Thanks for the reminder, Alpha. I'm just another disposable bride for you. But I swear... before I die, I'll make sure you remember me for as long as you live..."

Licking her dry lips, she swiftly ducked low, slipping behind a row of three chairs. The kids followed her closely.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

"I was naïve to think a demon could have a heart." Her voice, edged with contempt, drifted from her hiding spot. "And a fool to believe there could be some good in evil. But at this point, I don't know if there's any limit to how much I hate you, Raven Xipher!"

I smirked, my heart pounding with a whole new emotion that I could neither name nor measure. It was too immense even for an emotion demon to handle and decipher.

"The feeling's mutual," I smirked, letting Pheles take over as I shifted fully into my wolf form.

His vision sharpened, tracking her every movement as she crept behind the furniture like a mouse, her heartbeat drumming wildly.

Pheles' seven tails unfurled like lethal whips, filling the space.

Bracing herself with a deep breath, she lunged towards me, brandishing a thorny blackthorn branch - the thorns could knock out an immortal for a few hours. For that, she had to stab me effectively. But her aim, wild with fear, barely grazed Pheles as he deftly dodged each slash.

Pheles' seven tails snaked around her, weaving an inescapable cage that tightened around her wrists, ankles, and torso the moment she showed an opening. Her breath hitched as she landed hard on the floor, each of her limbs was pinned helplessly.

Sensing her exhaustion, Pheles watched her writhe before pressing his paw over her throat. His claws brushed gently over her skin.

Her heartbeat raced beneath his touch, but her glare cutting through Pheles' eyes landed straight on me. She smirked. "Told you..." she snarled. "You'll remember me even after my death."

She tightened her fists, and I heard the cracking of a glass.

Alert, Pheles narrowed his eyes, but before she could unfurl her fingers, Asher teleported right beside us and stopped her.

"Now, now, wife. This isn't you," he mumbled darkly. "Don't be so heartless. Show a little mercy to my brother."