Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182: I’m So Sorry Mama

Marcus didn’t speak for the first twenty minutes of the drive, and Lilith was grateful for it. He kept his eyes on the road, one hand steady on the wheel, giving her the silence she needed to fall apart quietly in the passenger seat without an audience.

She stared out the window without really seeing anything. The Blackwood forest gave way to open road, then to the neutral stretch of land that belonged to no pack, and every mile felt like it was taking too long and somehow also happening too fast. Her hands wouldn’t stay still. She kept smoothing her skirt, then twisting her fingers together, then pressing her palms flat against her knees like that might stop the shaking.

She kept thinking about yesterday. She’d spent the afternoon in the greenhouse with Sera, breathing in lavender and rosemary, feeling peaceful for the first time in days. While she’d been doing that, her mother’s body had been failing somewhere miles away, and she hadn’t felt a thing. Hadn’t sensed it. Had just been happy, actually happy, while her mother’s heart rate spiked and her blood pressure climbed and no one at Shadowmere could bring it back down.

"Your mother’s a fighter," Marcus said, breaking the silence without taking his eyes off the road. "Four months in that state, and her body’s still holding on. That’s not nothing."

"I know," Lilith said quietly. She did know. But it didn’t help ease how she feels currently.

"The Alphas will make sure she has whatever she needs here," Marcus added. "Best healers. Best equipment. Whatever it takes."

Lilith nodded, though her mind wasn’t really on the quality of the hospital. It was on the fact that her mother had nearly died last night, or come close enough that Doctor Reeve hadn’t been able to handle it, and she had been asleep in a beautiful room full of flowers, completely unaware.

***

Saint Mary’s Supernatural Hospital came into view as the light started turning gold with early evening, a sprawling complex of pale stone, larger and more modern than anything at Shadowmere, with covered walkways connecting the different buildings and gardens that looked tended but not decorative, functional rather than beautiful.

Marcus pulled up to the main entrance. "I’ll be right here," he said. "However long you need."

Lilith didn’t answer. She was already moving, her bag clutched to her chest, her legs carrying her toward the doors before the carriage had even fully stopped rocking.

Inside, the hospital smelled like antiseptic and something floral underneath it, some attempt to soften the clinical edges. A young woman behind the front desk looked up as Lilith approached, already breathless.

"Cassandra Thorne," Lilith said. "She came in last night. From Shadowmere."

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