Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207: Her Hands Glowed

Gold and faint and gone in less than a second.

Nicholas stopped moving, he went completely still above her. His eyes dropped to her hands. And his breathing stopped.

The glow was gone.

Then he started moving again and said nothing. But his eyes.... silver and sharp and already somewhere else entirely....did not forget what they had just seen.

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Dawn came through the curtains slow and grey.

The heat finally dropped to something close to manageable.

Not broken entirely but low enough that she could think in straight now. Low enough that her body stopped screaming and started aching....bone-deep and satisfying and entirely worth it.

She lay between them completely wrecked.

Every part of her body used and marked and satisfied in a way that went all the way down. She should sleep. She knew she should sleep. But something was keeping her at the surface of sleep.

She looked at her hands.

Normal. Nothing there. Pale and unremarkable in the grey morning light.

She was certain of what she’d felt, but also less certain of what it meant.

"Nicholas," she said quietly.

"Sleep," he said.

She turned her head to look at him and found out he was already looking at her.

That expression. The one she’d learned to read over weeks in this estate....the one that meant he knew something and was deciding what to do. What to say and what to keep to himself.

"Sleep, Lilith," he said again.

She held his gaze for one more moment.

Then she closed her eyes.

She fell asleep within minutes because she was too tired to keep her eyes opened.

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Nicholas’s POV

He waited until her breathing evened out.

It took a while. She was fighting it....he could tell by the slight tension still in her shoulders, the way her fingers didn’t fully relax. She knew something had happened or maybe she had suspected.

Eventually her breathing slowed.

He didn’t move.

Lucian was out on her left side. Sebastian at the foot of the bed with one hand resting on her ankle, his eyes closed. Both of them down. Both of them looking exhausted.

But he didn’t feel tired at all.

He stared at the ceiling.

Gold.

Faint. A second, maybe less. Her hands where they’d gripped his arms....that warm, deep gold that had moved under her skin, like something pushing up from below.

Not bioluminescence. Not a trick of the dawn light. He knew what he’d seen.

He’d seen it before.

Once. A long time ago. In a text his father had kept locked in the east library and thought none of his sons had read.

He turned his head and looked at her face.

She looked younger when she slept. The stubborn set of her jaw released. All that sharpness she walked around with....the wariness, the defiance, the constant low-level watching....gone. she look peaceful and her self....

He thought about Dr Aldric’s voice in the corridor. She’s been managing this alone for days. Running a heat she didn’t understand.

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