Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Oh, You Poor Child. What Have They Done To You?

Sebastian carried her through the hallways of the estate like she was made of glass.

Lilith was limp in his arms, still whispering those broken words, her eyes staring at nothing. Her body bore the marks of yesterday, bruises covering her skin, welts from where they’d gripped her, bite marks on her neck and shoulders. She looked like a broken doll that someone had discarded after using it too roughly.

The estate was quiet at this hour of the morning. Staff moved out of his way without question, their eyes sliding away from the sight of the omega in his arms. They knew better than to ask questions. They understood that what happened behind closed doors was not their concern.

Sebastian walked to her room, the small quarters that had been assigned to her when she first arrived. He pushed open the door and laid her carefully on the bed. She was still whispering, still trapped in whatever moment had shattered her mind.

"Please it hurts, please stop, please it hurts, please."

His jaw clenched.

He opened a mindlink directly to Agnes, the head housekeeper. The connection bloomed instantly, she was downstairs, overseeing the kitchen staff, but the link pulled her attention to him immediately.

Come to Lilith’s room. Now. She needs you.

He didn’t wait for a response. Just closed the link and turned back to look at the girl on the bed, whispering her broken pleas into the empty air.

It took Agnes less than five minutes to arrive.

The elderly housekeeper pushed open the door to Lilith’s room with the kind of purposefulness that came from decades of service. She’d answered the Alphas’ calls without question for forty-two years. She knew how to move, how to respond, how to exist in their world without judgment.

But nothing could have prepared her for what she saw.

She stopped in the doorway.

Her hand came up to cover her mouth, and she took a step backward, her entire body going rigid. Her eyes widened as they took in Lilith’s state, the broken whispers, the empty expression, the bruises that covered nearly every inch of visible skin, the way her body was curled protectively around itself.

"Oh Goddess," Agnes breathed. Her voice shook. "Oh, you poor child. What have they done to you?"

She raised her eyes to look at Sebastian, and the expression in them stopped his breath.

It wasn’t anger. Wasn’t fear. It was something far worse. It was disappointment. It was judgment. It was the look of a woman who thought better of a man and had just been proven wrong.

Sebastian opened his mouth, wanting to explain, wanting to say something that would make this better. But Agnes simply looked down at Lilith and then back to him, and her voice, when she spoke, was quiet and firm.

"Please, Alpha. I will need you to leave the room so that I can take care of her."

It wasn’t a request. Despite the courtesy of the words, despite the respect in her tone, it was a command.

Sebastian wanted to protest. Wanted to tell her to carry on with whatever she needed to do. Wanted to stay and watch and make sure....

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