Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: And If She Refuses

The determination in his voice was absolute.

"The contract didn’t show her what we are," Nicholas said. "The contract showed her captivity. Showed her men using her body. But the bond, the bond is different. The bond is real. And we’re going to show her that."

"And how do we do that?" Lucian asked, his voice desperate.

"Slowly," Nicholas said. "We let her see us. We let her feel the bond. We let her understand that what happened between us during the contract was the beginning of something much larger. Something neither of us can control or deny."

He paused.

"But we do it at her pace," Nicholas continued. "We show her respect. We show her that we understand her fear. We show her that the bond is mutual and real and worth exploring."

"And if she refuses?" Sebastian asked, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer.

"Then we convince her otherwise," Nicholas said flatly. "But not through force. Through patience. Through proximity. Through the undeniable reality of the bond."

Lucian’s hands clenched even tighter.

"How long do I have to wait before I can...."

"As long as it takes," Nicholas cut him off. "Zev wants her now. But Lucian you need to be smarter than that. We all do."

The authority in his voice was final.

The three brothers fell silent again, waiting.

The anticipation was at its peak. The bond was pulling at them with increasing intensity

Three weeks apart. Three weeks of dreams and distance and the incomplete bond screaming for completion.

But now she was here.

And soon, very soon, they would see her.

And the game would truly begin.

***

The room was beautiful in a way that felt suffocating.

Lilith stood in the center of the space, her small bag having been unpacked onto the luxurious bed. The quarters assigned to her within the Blackwood suite were designed for comfort: soft lighting from expensive fixtures, furniture that suggested wealth and status, a window overlooking the compound grounds. The bed was massive, draped in Egyptian cotton sheets that probably cost more than she’d earned in her entire life.

Everything about the space screamed luxury. Everything about it felt like a cage.

She’d been here for what felt like hours, though it was probably only minutes. Time had become elastic, stretching and contracting in ways that made it impossible to track.

Her body wouldn’t settle.

She’d tried sitting on the bed. That lasted approximately three minutes before the restlessness drove her to stand again. She’d tried looking out the window at the compound below, at the warriors moving through their evening routines, at the world continuing normally while her own world tilted on its axis.

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