Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 351

Chapter 351: How’s Lilith?

"She’ll be back," Nicholas said.

"I know," Callum agreed. "But not today. Not with the Guardians still here. She’s not stupid enough to attack while they’re present."

Nicholas absorbed this. Thalia was wounded and her forces were decimated. But she was not dead. Not captured. Not neutralized.

Just delayed.

"How’s Lilith?" Callum asked quietly.

Nicholas felt something crack in the numbness. "The same. Unconscious. Stabilized but not improving."

"And the curse?"

"Victoria says we have hours before it breaks through Selene’s containment and finishes what it started."

Callum was quiet for a moment. "I’m sorry, Nicholas. For all of this."

"Don’t," Nicholas said, his voice harder than he intended. "Don’t apologize for things that aren’t your fault."

"Then who do I blame?" Callum asked. "The Moon Goddess who cursed you? Thalia who attacked us? The prophecy that demands Lilith’s death? There’s too much blame to go around and nowhere useful to put it."

Nicholas had no answer for that.

They stood in silence watching the sun climb higher, painting the destroyed grounds in golden light that made the devastation look almost beautiful.

"The pack needs to see you," Callum said finally. "They need to know their Alpha is still standing. That we survived this."

"Did we?" Nicholas asked quietly. "Survive?"

"We’re still breathing," Callum said. "That’s all survival is sometimes."

Nicholas knew Callum was right. Knew he needed to address the pack. Needed to be strong and certain and everything an Alpha was supposed to be in the face of catastrophe.

But first he needed to see her.

"I’ll address everyone at noon," Nicholas said. "Give me a few hours."

Callum nodded and left without argument.

Nicholas turned and walked back toward the estate.

***

"Thirty minutes later"

Lilith’s room was too quiet.

Nicholas stood in the doorway and looked at her lying in the bed....pale and still and surrounded by the faint scent of blood and magic. Sebastian had cleaned her up as much as possible but traces of what had happened still lingered.

Someone had changed her into clean clothes. Had brushed the blood from her hair. Had arranged her hands folded peacefully on her stomach like she was already dead and they were preparing her for burial.

Nicholas hated it.

He moved to the bed and sat in the chair Sebastian had pulled up hours ago. His brother had left reluctantly when Lucian came to take over the watch, and Lucian had only left when Nicholas himself arrived.

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