Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 367

Chapter 367: The Back Up Plan

Victoria had not slept.

She sat in the chair beside Lilith’s bed watching her niece sleep and felt the weight of the impossible choice pressing down on her chest until she could barely breathe.

Dawn light was beginning to filter through the window, pale and grey and doing nothing to warm the cold dread that had settled into Victoria’s bones.

Lilith looked peaceful.

Her breathing was steady. Her color had improved from the deathly pale she had been when Elena first stabilized her. The convulsions had stopped. The bleeding had ceased.

She looked like she might actually survive this.

But Victoria knew better.

In two days, Lilith would attempt Elena’s transformation ritual. She would try to pull the curse inward and make the death magic her own. And either it would work,,,

Or Lilith would die.

Victoria pressed her hands to her face and tried to breathe through the panic.

She had spent fifteen years preparing to save Lilith. Fifteen years researching and planning and gathering power. Fifteen years promising herself that when the time came, she would be ready.

But she wasn’t ready for this.

Was not ready to watch Lilith die. Was not ready to make the choices that saving her would require. Was not ready to become the kind of person who did whatever it took regardless of the cost.

A soft knock at the door made Victoria’s head snap up.

Elena stood in the doorway, already dressed despite the early hour, her expression grave.

"We need to talk," Elena said quietly. "Privately."

Victoria looked at Lilith sleeping peacefully and felt something cold settle in her stomach.

"Not here," Elena continued. "Somewhere she can’t hear. Even unconsciously."

Victoria stood slowly. "The woods?"

"Far enough that her power can’t reach," Elena confirmed.

Victoria nodded and followed Elena out of the room, closing the door softly behind her.

They walked in silence through the estate, past the destroyed entrance, past the training grounds still scarred from battle, past the eastern wing where pack members were still repairing damage.

No one stopped them. No one asked where they were going.

Everyone was too busy mourning their dead or rebuilding what Thalia had destroyed.

Victoria and Elena reached the tree line and kept walking.

Into the woods. Away from the estate. Away from anyone who might overhear.

The morning was quiet except for birdsong and the sound of their footsteps on fallen leaves. The air smelled of earth and growing things and the faint residual magic from the battle that had happened days ago.

They walked for fifteen minutes before Elena finally stopped in a small clearing far enough from the estate that even Lilith’s extraordinary magical senses would not reach.

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