Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 186

Chapter 186: The Brothers Are Different From What I Expected

Lilith woke in the small staff room to pale morning light filtering through a narrow window. Her neck was stiff from sleeping in the chair beside her mother’s bed, and her back ached in that particular way that came from emotional exhaustion settling into her bones. She lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, gathering the strength to move.

The room was sparse, a narrow bed, a small table, a chair. Hospital practical. She’d slept here the night before, though sleep was a generous word for the restless drifting she’d done between checking on her mother and worrying about things she couldn’t control.

She dressed and made her way back to her mother’s room before the hospital staff had fully begun their rounds.

Her mother lay exactly as she had the night before....still, silent, breathing in that slow, measured way that suggested peace even though Lilith knew the reality was far more complicated. She settled into the chair beside the bed and took her mother’s hand, holding it between both of hers.

"Good morning, Mama," she whispered.

The machines beeped their steady rhythm, indifferent to the greeting.

Lilith spent the morning talking, she talked about small, ordinary things, filling the silence with her voice because the silence felt unbearable otherwise. Because some part of her still believed, still needed to believe, that her mother could hear even a fraction of it.

"Sera is kind," Lilith said around mid-morning. "She’s young, maybe a year or two older than me, and she’s a warrior. She trains with the other fighters at Blackwood. She’s the first person who actually talked to me like I was a person and not just... something that happened to them."

She paused, squeezing her mother’s hand gently.

"Agnes is the head of the omegas. She reminds me a little of Dora, actually. The same efficiency, the same quiet way of taking care of people without making a fuss about it. She brought me flowers for my room. Fresh ones every few days. I don’t think anyone’s ever done that before."

***

Doctor Hensley appeared around midday to check the monitors

"Your mother’s vitals are stable," Hensley said, making notes on her chart. "Better than stable, actually. Her brain activity has been steady all night. No spikes, no concerning fluctuations."

"Is that good?" Lilith asked.

"It’s very good," Hensley said. "It suggests her body is healing at its own pace. The crisis event was severe, but it didn’t cause lasting damage. She’s fighting, Miss Thorne. Somewhere in there, your mother is fighting her way back."

After the doctor left, Lilith felt something shift inside her. Hope and fear tangled together, but the hope was winning ground.

She spent the afternoon telling her mother things she hadn’t quite let herself admit out loud before.

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