Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: My Wolf Is Losing His Mind

The command was a lifeline. Lucian grabbed onto it like a drowning man grabs onto driftwood.

He stepped back. His entire body was shaking with the effort it took to move away from her. His breathing was ragged. His hands were clenched into fists that looked like they might explode.

But he stepped back.

And the line...barely...held.

Lilith was staring at him with even more fear now. She’d just witnessed exactly how close he’d come to losing control. She’d seen the struggle. She’d understood that it would have been easy for him to simply take what he wanted.

And that understanding terrified her more than anything else.

Sebastian was sitting rigidly in his chair, his entire body tense, his dark eyes locked on Lilith with an intensity that made her feel like she was being physically touched.

Nicholas returned to his seat, his composure settling back over him like a cloak despite the storm raging underneath.

"You’ll need to rest," Nicholas said, his voice back to its smooth, measured tone. "And eat. The pack has not been taking care of you adequately."

Lilith didn’t respond. She was too confused. Too afraid. Too caught off-guard by this gentleness masking such obvious desperation.

"We will need more of your help throughout our stay in Shadowmere," Nicholas continued. "You will attend to our everyday needs. Food. Cleaning. Other things. We’ll send for you when we require your assistance."

It was a different kind of possession. Not sexual, but intimate in a different way. He was claiming her time. Claiming her attention. Claiming her presence in their space.

Lilith bowed her head in acknowledgment.

"You’re dismissed," Nicholas said quietly.

She turned and walked toward the door, her movements stiff and uncertain. Behind her, she could feel three pairs of eyes tracking her every movement.

She could feel Lucian’s desperation like a physical pressure. Could feel Sebastian’s focused intensity. Could feel Nicholas’s possessive awareness.

She could feel them not claiming her, and that restraint was somehow more terrifying than if they had.

When she reached the door, she paused for a moment. She wanted to turn around. Wanted to understand what was happening. Wanted to ask why they were different.

But she didn’t.

She simply opened the door and left the room.

The moment the door closed behind her, Lucian stood up with an almost violent movement.

He walked to the window and pressed his forehead against the cool glass, his entire body vibrating with the effort of maintaining control.

"How long?" he asked, his voice raw.

"As long as it takes," Nicholas said.

"I almost lost it," Lucian said. "When she looked at me, I almost..."

"I know," Nicholas said. "But you didn’t. You held the line."

Sebastian was still sitting rigidly in his chair, his breathing gradually slowing, his eyes still locked on the door she’d exited through.

"She’s ours," Sebastian said quietly. "She doesn’t understand it yet. She’s afraid. But she’s ours. The bond is real. She’ll understand it eventually."

*THE SUMMIT OPENING CEREMONY*

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