Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172: The Hidden Green House

Mara’s sharp gaze shifted to Sera briefly, then back to Lilith. "Sera is reliable. You can trust her guidance." She paused, and something in her expression shifted into something more personal. "I wanted to tell you something, warrior to warrior."

Lilith blinked. "I’m not a warrior."

"Not yet," Mara said, and there was something almost knowing in her eyes. "But the Alphas don’t bond with weak women. There’s a strength in you that got you through three months at Shadowmere on your own after you got demeoted, that got you here despite every reason to be afraid." She nodded once, a gesture of respect. "Don’t lose that. Whatever happens with them, whatever the bond demands....don’t let it consume who you are."

Then she was turning and moving away, disappearing back toward the main estate.

Sera let out a low whistle. "Well, that was intense. Mara doesn’t usually say much to anyone. She must respect you."

"I don’t even know what she meant," Lilith admitted.

"I think she meant that you should keep being yourself," Sera said simply. "A lot of mates get swallowed up by their alphas, become just extensions of them instead of actual people. Mara’s saying don’t do that."

They continued their walk through the gardens, Sera pointing out her favorite spots, a small fountain hidden behind a trellis of climbing roses, a bench where you could see the entire estate if you sat just right, a section of lavender so fragrant it made you dizzy if you breathed too deeply. They talked about nothing important and everything that mattered, Sera’s life at Blackwood pack and her dreams of becoming a warrior trainer someday.

It was as they were circling back toward the main house that they found something neither of them expected.

Set back from the main pathways, almost hidden by a cluster of mature rose bushes, was a small stone building. It looked ancient, weathered by time, its purpose unclear. Sera gasped with delight.

"I’ve never seen this before," she said, immediately pushing through the rose bushes toward it.

"Careful," Lilith warned, following more slowly, mindful of the thorns. "You’ll tear your dress."

But Sera was already at the stone structure, running her hands along its walls. Up close, Lilith could see it was a small greenhouse or garden house, its windows clouded with age and dust, its door locked but not locked so securely that it couldn’t be opened.

Sera pushed, and the door swung inward with a creak of old hinges.

Inside was another world.

The interior was overgrown with plants, some cultivated, some wild, all of them thriving in the humid environment. Vines climbed the glass walls, filtering the sunlight into a soft, green glow. There were benches where someone had clearly worked before, arranged in the center of the space. Shelves held clay pots, gardening tools, bottles of mysterious liquids. But what caught Lilith’s breath was the smell.

Herbs. The space smelled like every herb she’d ever known...lavender and rosemary and something floral she couldn’t quite name. It was intoxicating, peaceful, almost magical in its abundance.

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