Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161: Elder Aldric Is Suspecting Something

She stayed a while longer, unwilling to break the contact, unwilling to acknowledge that this was the last night she’d spend like this, sitting quietly beside her mother, holding her hand, existing in the small, sacred space between them.

When she finally stood to leave, the night had fully settled over Shadowmere, the medical wing lit only by the soft glow of the machines and the thin moonlight filtering through the window. She looked back once at her mother’s still form, at the pale face on the pillow that somehow still looked peaceful despite everything it had endured.

"Goodnight, Mama," she whispered.

Then she turned and walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind her, closing the door on four months of her life, closing the door on the only home she’d ever really known.

The corridor stretched before her, long and quiet and empty. She walked slowly, not quite ready to leave but knowing she had to, carrying the weight of everything she’d just said and everything she hadn’t had words for.

By tomorrow morning, all of this would be gone. Shadowmere would fade behind her like a dream, replaced by unfamiliar territory, unfamiliar people, unfamiliar rules she’d have to learn how to navigate with three alphas who still felt like strangers even though the Moon Goddess insisted they were meant to be hers.

She held onto the wooden bird in her pocket, and she held onto her mother’s voice in her head, and she held onto the promise she’d made to come back, to keep talking, to give her mother reasons to fight her way back to consciousness.

It was, she thought, the only thing she had left to give.

She stepped out into the cool night air and began walking back toward the Blackwood quarters to pack her things so that she would move back to the omega quarter that night, toward the ending of one Chapter and the terrifying, uncertain beginning of another.

Behind her, in the quiet of the medical wing, Cassandra lay still and silent, but somewhere deep in the folds of her unconscious mind, perhaps, some part of her had heard her daughter’s voice and held onto it like a lifeline.

Perhaps.

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*The Blacckwood Quarters*

The room was quiet except for the low crackle of the fire in the hearth, the last one they’d have in Shadowmere. Nicholas stood near the window, a glass of untouched wine in his hand, watching the compound settle into its final night before the Summit’s official end. Sebastian sat in the armchair near the fire, and Lucian was sprawled across the sofa, though his usual restless energy had settled into something quieter tonight...contemplative, almost still.

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