Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152: The Wolfless Beta’s Daughter

Nothing came.

She tried again. And again. She remembered digging her nails into her palms, begging her body to do what it was supposed to do, what every single wolf around her was doing so easily. She remembered the confusion turning to panic, the panic turning to shame, as one by one the others finished shifting and turned to look at her, the only one still standing on two legs, still entirely, hopelessly human.

She remembered the whispers starting before she’d even caught her breath.

She remembered running from the courtyard, tears streaming down her face, hiding behind the old grain shed at the edge of the compound where no one would find her. She remembered sinking to the ground, pulling her knees to her chest, certain that something inside her was broken beyond repair.

And she remembered her father finding her there.

He hadn’t said anything at first. He’d simply sat down beside her in the dirt, his broad shoulders blocking the wind, and let her cry until she had nothing left. When she finally looked up at him, expecting disappointment, expecting the same shame she’d seen flicker across so many other faces that night, she’d found none of it in his eyes. Only warmth. Only certainty.

"You are not broken," he’d told her, his voice low and steady. "Do you hear me, Lilith? You are not broken."

She remembered shaking her head, telling him he didn’t understand, that everyone would look at her differently now, that she’d never belong the way she was supposed to.

He’d taken her face in his hands then, the way he used to when she was small and needed steadying. "The Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes," he’d said. "If she chose not to give you a wolf, then she has her reasons, even if we don’t understand them yet. Maybe she’s saving something for you. Maybe you’re meant for something the rest of them can’t even imagine." He’d smiled at her, the kind of smile that made her believe him even when the rest of the world made it impossible to. "You are special, little one. Not broken. Special."

She hadn’t fully believed him that night. But she’d clung to his words anyway, held them close through every mocking glance, every whispered insult, every time someone called her a freak in the years that followed. Whenever the shame threatened to swallow her whole, she heard his voice again. You are not broken. You are special.

He’d never once let her feel small for it. Not when the other children sneered at her in the training yard. Not when pack elders murmured behind their hands about the wolfless beta’s daughter. Every single time, he’d been there, reminding her that her worth had never depended on a wolf she didn’t have.

She wondered, sitting here now, what he would say about everything happening to her tonight. Whether he’d tell her the same thing, that the Moon Goddess didn’t make mistakes, that there was a reason buried somewhere in all of this chaos, even if she couldn’t see it yet.

She liked to think he would.

"I miss him too," she said softly. "I don’t say that enough. I don’t let myself think about him because it hurts too much. But I miss him, Mama. Every single day."

The tears came freely now, sliding down her cheeks in the quiet of the room. She didn’t bother wiping them away.

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