Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195: Something Is Wrong With The Brothers

Sebastian loosened his arm after Lucian left.

Lilith stood then turned to face him.

He looked up at her from the chair with those dark eyes and that expression she still didn’t have a complete name for.

"Your theory about your father," he said. "You’re right. Nicholas thinks so too."

"He didn’t say that." Lilith replied.

"Nicholas doesn’t say things until he understands them completely, "He’ll come to you when he knows more."

She looked across the room.

"Alpha Nicholas."

He looked up.

"Thank you," she said. "For taking it seriously."

"It affects this pack," Nicholas said. "Of course I take it seriously."

She smiled and moved toward the door.

"Lilith."

She stopped and turned back.

"Your instincts are good," Nicholas said. "Trust them."

She stood in the doorway for a moment, the she nodded and walked out of the office.

***

*Something was wrong with the brothers*

She noticed it on the third day after the meeting.

Not wrong exactly. Wrong wasn’t the right word. More like.....shifted.

It started with Sebastian.

She’d been in the library after breakfast, cross-legged in one of the deep armchairs with a book she wasn’t really reading, when he came in. He did that sometimes....appeared in whatever room she was in without apparent purpose, found somewhere to sit, worked through papers or read or just existed in the same space. She’d stopped questioning it after the second day.

But this time he didn’t sit across the room.

He sat on the arm of her chair.

Not in it. Just.....perched on the arm, one foot on the floor, close enough that his knee was level with her shoulder. He opened his folder of papers and started working through them like this was completely normal.

She looked up at him.

He didn’t look down.

Then she went back to reading her book.

Ten minutes passed. She turned a page. And then she realised he’d stopped working....his pen had gone still, his papers forgotten....and he was just sitting there with his face turned slightly toward her. Not looking at her. Just....oriented toward her. Like a compass finding north without meaning to.

"Sebastian."

"Mm."

"What are you doing."

A pause. "Working."

"You haven’t moved in ten minutes."

Another pause. Longer. "I know."

He picked up his pen and started writing again.

She watched him for a moment, then she went back to her book.

***

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