Offered to the Triplet Alphas

[Xanthea]

Should I have gained some ability after the poisoning?

Raven asked this question because he was probably waiting for something to show up - something to happen.

After a poisoning, the body forms some kind of immunity or resistance towards the poison. In the mortal world, the most immunity was to protect the body from future infections and strengthen the system. Of course, the composition of blood changed, but nothing more.

But I couldn't tell if things worked the same way in this world as well.

Should my body have gone through some changes? Or has my body already done that? Maybe I was just not aware of it yet.

It was clear from the amount of blood tests Raven was putting me through that he was looking for something to form in my blood, or perhaps my body. I wasn't sure if I would get a straight answer or any answer at all if I asked him. Raven got up from the couch and sauntered closer to me.

He reached out to touch my cheek when I took a tiny step away from him, which wasn't enough to avoid his touch.

"Yellow paint..." he mumbled absentmindedly as he caressed my cheek. I lifted my hand to my cheek, remembering the High lady had stained it with paint earlier and he didn't like the paint and the mess. "I-I will clean it..." I said, rubbing my cheek in a hurry.

He grabbed my fingers with one hand while, from the other, he lifted my chin.

"I asked you a question. Outside of the operation theater, I am not a very patient man," he said, although his tone wasn't as desolate and cold as it used to be.

I looked into his eyes. As usual, there was a hint of unpredictability in his stoic, unreadable expression. "Did you gain this eidetic memory after the poisoning?"

I shook my head.

"I have had an eidetic memory ever since I know, alpha," I said, holding his gaze.

"Hmm. Interesting," he contemplated me before his eyes dropped to my lips.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

My body tensed up as I averted my eyes when he leaned closer to my face. His fingers ran from my cheek to my lips.

"Lift your dress," he said. I knit my brows as my mind swiftly ran feral. The memories of our sexual encounter in the bathroom flashed in my head until he spoke again. "Show me the wounds on your leg." Blinking fast, I let out a small sigh. A consuming fever tensed my skin.

I stopped the lewd memories from clouding my mind, not allowing them to consume me. Taking a deep breath, I mustered the courage to lift the hem of my dress, slowly revealing my knee. "To your hips," he commanded sharply.

I felt my cheeks flush up as I fidgeted with the fabric of my dress. Fisting the fabric, I lifted my dress to my hips.

He took a few steps away from me and casually slipped his hands in the pockets of his scrubs, taking in every inch of my body.

"Beautiful..." he said, gazing at my leg. "Those scars tattooed on your fair skin. Aren't they the prettiest natural tattoos?"

The carvera vine's wound had healed, leaving behind an intricate network of dendritic dark vine scars all around my left leg, from my ankle to my hips.

He strutted closer and my eyes fell on his sleeve, tattoos on his arms. My scars were nothing as abstractly artistic as his tattoos. They were just horrifying, so I tried to hide those scars away from my own eyes as much as I could. I let go of my dress, letting it flow down my leg.

"I wasn't done adoring them." His words came out in a frigid tone.

I couldn't tell if he was serious or just mocking me.

He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"Let it be..." he sighed.

I instinctively stepped back when he squatted on one knee before me. But before I was out of his reach, he grabbed my hips and yanked me closer to him. I held his shoulders to stop myself from colliding with him. "Alpha..." I inhaled sharply, my legs shaking slightly.

My crotch was inches away from his face. I tried to make some distance, but his grip was firm on my hips.

He lifted his gaze to mine.

"Uh!" I widened my eyes with a sharp gasp when he squeezed my ass before sliding his hands down the curves of my legs.

With one powerful pull, he split my dress, exposing my left leg.

My heart pulsated harder against my ribs.

He slithered his palm from my ankle to my shin and slowly trailed it behind my knees before running it up my thighs. He caressed my inner thigh. I tried to close my legs when he halted my attempt, holding my legs apart. I shut my eyes, aware of his every finger and the way they brushed near my pussy.

My breaths hitched with a moan as my insides flushed with heat when he stroked my slit through my panties. I felt weak in my knees, my heart racing faster. Knock. Knock.

I instantly stepped away from him, breathing heavily as my head snapped towards the door of his cabin.

I hastily clutched my split dress, bundling the fabric to cover my leg.

Still squatting on the floor, he peered at me with a mischievous look lightening up his eyes.

A sly smirk played on his lips as he got up and sat back on the couch, organizing the books and reports on the glass table.

"Come in," he said. The door of his cabin opened as the nurse entered.

She bowed. "Alpha..." Her fear screamed in her heartbeats and in the faltering of her steps as she stood with her head held low.

I skimmed my eyes from her to Raven. The time seemed to have stopped as Raven's impending decision on her punishment hung in the air. "Come here..."

The nurse looked at him with terrified eyes. The confusion on who he had called was gone as soon as I looked at him and found his gaze on me.

I walked round the table and stepped closer to him.

"Sit," he said.

I glanced at the nurse and then at the couch, table, and the carpet.

Maybe he wanted me to kneel before him. I had no idea what he planned to do, but he loved humiliating me, so maybe he wanted me to kneel. I was about to kneel when...

"Aren't you too eager to get on your knees?" He mocked. "Sit here." He glanced at the space between his legs on the couch.

I landed a sharp look at him as he sprawled on the couch.

His elbow casually found support on the armrest, and the side of his face rested against his fist, a smirk playing upon his lips. "Sit..." His word came out as a threat this time. He was serious. He wanted me to sit between his legs on the couch.

The nurse and I exchanged an uncomfortable glance. She lowered her head, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor. I dropped my gaze to my heels.

Glancing at the nurse from the corner of my eyes, I trudged on the other side of the couch.

Maybe it's the couch. He wants me to sit on the couch. Please let it be the couch. Just the couch.

"In case you can't understand the insinuation, let me make this clear for you. Sit on my lap," Raven said it out loud.

I clenched my fists, trying to stay calm when all I could feel was embarrassment knotting in my stomach.

My nails dug into my palm. Reluctantly, I trudged closer to him.

I kept glancing at the nurse, who held her gaze low, but it was still embarrassing and strange.

"Ah!" Manspreading, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto his lap.

My heart thundered in my ears as I quickly scrambled and sat on the couch between his legs. Even though I knew it was useless to make any space between us in that position, I tried my best to sit on the edge of the couch. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he pulled me against himself, closing all the distance between us.

My leg revealed through the slit of the dress. I was about to cover my leg when Raven held my hand. Instead of hiding, he exposed my leg even more. Hugging me from behind, he fondled my knees.

Closing my eyes, I buried my face in my chest as his hands made their way to my inner thighs, spreading my legs.

"Please..." A trembling whisper escaped my lips.

I closed my legs, trying to gather whatever cloth I could to cover my leg.

"Please what? Getting impatient, are we now?" He murmured in my ears, his lips nestled against my hair and ear. Hairs prickled on my skin as a goosebump ran through my body. "How impatient exactly?"

He cupped my breast while his hand on my thigh made its way into my panties.

"Not now. Not here... not in front of... please..." I mumbled. "Please... I beg unh!"

Biting my lips, I bit back a moan when he entered his finger inside me.

"Let's not make the poor nurse wait any longer," he whispered against my nape. "Or she might just die of a heart attack, which isn't even an immortal's disease... But your heart sure is throbbing hard and it's not just your heart that's throbbing so madly."

He slid his second finger into my pussy.

I held his thighs, discomfort and shame weighing on me worse than before.

"You have such a shameless pussy, omega."

I gritted my teeth, knitting my brows. The air thickened in the room and I dared not even look in the nurse's direction who stood frozen in her place.

"If you want me to announce this nurse's fate, you'll have to come. Come all over my hand, smother my fingers in your sweet juices. I won't stop until your panties are dripping wet..."

My breaths hitched at his words.

What shocked me was neither his words nor his actions. I knew he derived some kind of pleasure from doing all these kinds of humiliating and shameless things. But what shocked me was my own body.

I was already wet. My insides sucked his thrusting fingers as my back arched. Squirming in his arms, I tried to lock away my moans and erratic gasps.

It was hot and embarrassing. Even though the nurse pretended to be non-existent, I couldn't ignore that she was here while Raven fingered me and played with my nipples.

It was strange, horrible even. Yet all I could do was concentrate on the building tension in my belly and the friction between the heel of his palm pressed against my swollen clitoris.

He inserted his third finger, and I felt my inside stretch around him as his fingers moved in and out, faster and faster, rougher with every next plunge.

Taking in broken, incomplete breaths through my mouth, I clawed at the couch's armrest and his thigh. Grinding his erection against my back, he groaned satisfyingly.

Letting go of my breast, he wrapped his palm around my throat, pulling me back against himself as his fingers buried deeper inside me, hitting a spot that made my body lose all its control. He kept hitting it again and again. Like satiating an itch.

Damn it!

I covered my mouth with my hand, no longer able to hold back my moans.

My hips jerked, arching away from him as I threw back my head.

I came apart in his hands, my heart thumping like a wild animal.

Raven chuckled, his rugged breath caressing my hair as he kissed my neck. I looked to the other side, facing his empty desk.

I could give anything to escape this mortifying situation.

Tilting my head, he scooped away my hair from my neck as he bit on my skin.

"Nurse..." He called out, and she flinched, shaking with her whole body, but didn't dare lift her gaze.

His grunt was heavy with frustration and unwillingness to speak.

"Do something worthwhile with your life. My little omega saved your life, fair and square. Now..." he gritted his teeth, thrusting his cock against my back. "Get the hell out of here!"