Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116: Why Are The Blackwoods So Focused On That Omega?

She finished serving the table she was attending and made her way toward the Blackwood brothers. As she approached, she noticed other servers backing away, leaving the space to her. They understood. When an alpha of Nicholas’s caliber requested a specific server, the choice became non-negotiable.

"We require you to serve our table for the duration of the ceremony," Nicholas said, his voice smooth and commanding. It was phrased as a request, but they all understood it was an order.

"Yes, Alpha," Lilith said, her voice barely steady.

She positioned herself near their table, acutely aware of all three of them in her immediate vicinity. Her body responded to their proximity in ways she couldn’t control, her breathing becoming shallow, her skin prickling with awareness, a pull in her chest that made it difficult to think clearly.

Sebastian pulled out a chair slightly, creating a tighter space where she’d have to stand closer to him to serve. The movement was subtle but deliberate.

"Pour," he said, extending his glass without looking at her, his dark eyes fixed on something across the room with studied casualness.

Lilith poured, her hands remarkably steady despite the chaos of her internal state. As she poured, her hand was very close to his. Close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from him. Close enough that his scent...something dark and intoxicating, reached her.

When she finished and moved to pour for Lucian, he caught her wrist gently.

"How long will this ceremony last?" he asked, his gold eyes meeting hers for just a moment before releasing her.

"Three hours, Alpha," she managed.

"And you’re managing the work?" Nicholas asked from her other side, his voice carrying genuine concern beneath the authority.

"Yes, Alpha," she said.

"Do you need anything?" Sebastian asked, and there was something in his tone that suggested the question meant more than just water or food.

"No, Alpha," Lilith said.

Throughout the hall, the opening ceremony’s formality was being maintained, but subtle observations were being made.

The Nightfall alpha raised an eyebrow when he noticed the Blackwoods requesting a specific omega server. His expression suggested he understood that something was happening, even if he didn’t yet know what.

The Blackpaw alpha leaned toward his beta and whispered something. Both men’s eyes drifted toward the Blackwood table, assessing, calculating.

Luke, standing near the periphery of the hall in his capacity as Garrett’s representative, noticed the pattern immediately. His warrior instincts recognized strategy when he saw it. The Blackwoods were positioning themselves. Making deliberate choices. Creating opportunities.

But for what purpose?

As the ceremony progressed and other omegas approached the Blackwood table to serve, the brothers repeatedly requested Lilith specifically.

"We prefer this server," Nicholas would say calmly when another omega arrived.

Or Sebastian would simply shake his head and say, "Her."

The pattern became undeniable. The brothers had claimed Lilith’s service, and every other server in the hall understood it.

Lilith’s confusion deepened with each request.

Why were they doing this? During the contract, they’d used her body without regard for her comfort or preferences. Now they were requesting her specifically to serve drinks? The inconsistency made no sense.

Yet she couldn’t deny the way her body responded to their proximity. The way her skin flushed when their eyes met hers. The way she found herself hyper-aware of their every movement, their every breath, their every subtle gesture.

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