Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193: Are You Happy?

The café felt slightly smaller than it had a moment ago.

"I know," Lilith said quietly.

"You know?" Wren asked gently

"I’m starting to think that there’s more to my father’s story than I was told." She kept her voice even."

Wren looked at her for a long time.

"You went back to the brothers after whatever happened between you and them," she said. "And now you’re sitting across from me with a driver who dropped you two blocks away so I wouldn’t see the car, and you know about pack forum leaks, and you’re telling me you’re looking into your father’s death."

Lilith said nothing.

"What happened to you," Wren said. Not accusatory. Just....direct. That particular Wren directness that Lilith had forgotten about and was now remembering all at once.

"A lot," Lilith said. "In a short amount of time."

"Are you happy?"

The question landed differently than she expected.

She looked at her coffee, her hands wrapped around the cup.

Was she happy.

She thought about Sebastian’s coffee already made when she woke up. Lucian carrying her to her room and helping her into her sleep cloth. Nicholas’s concern when she had just received the news about her mother’s condition.

"I don’t know yet," she said honestly. "But I think I might be getting there."

Wren looked at her for one more moment.

Then she nodded. Once. Like she’d decided something.

"Okay," she said. "Then I’ll wait for when you are ready to talk to me about everything." She picked up her coffee and finally drank it. "But Lilith....when you’re ready to tell me what’s actually happening, I want the whole thing. Not the managed version."

"You’ll get the whole thing," Lilith said. "When I understand it myself."

"Fair enough."

They sat for another twenty minutes after that. Talked about smaller things.

When they finally stood to leave Wren hugged her again.

Less awkward this time.

"Thursday," Wren said against her shoulder. "Call me Thursday. Not to talk about any of this. Just....call me."

"I’ll call you Thursday," Lilith said.

Wren pulled back. Looked at her face one more time with those fast dark eyes.

"Good," she said.

Then she walked out of the cafe.

Lilith stood at the café window and watched her go....down the street, around the corner, out of sight....and felt something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Not quite lonely. Not quite not lonely.

Something in between. The particular ache of a friendship that had survived ten years of distance and was trying to figure out what it was now.

She picked up her bag.

She sat in the back seat and thought about what Wren had said. "Someone is building a narrative. Someone with knowledge of pack culture and the intention to use it."

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