Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59: What Do You Mean Broken?

Agnes met his eyes directly.

"And emotionally," she said quietly, "she’s broken. Not in a way that will permanently damage her, I don’t think. But right now, in this moment, she’s shattered."

The words landed like a physical blow.

Sebastian turned from the window.

"What do you mean broken?" he asked. His voice was rough. Demanding.

"She woke up this morning," Agnes continued, "and she couldn’t remember what happened yesterday. She has a blank space in her memory from the moment she was with Alpha Lucian until she woke up. She doesn’t know what occurred. She doesn’t know why her body hurts so badly. And she’s terrified."

Lucian’s hands clenched into fists.

"Of what?" he demanded. "Of us? Is she afraid of us?"

From what i read from her expression when i asked if she could remember what happened, "She is afraid of everything," Agnes said. "She’s afraid of what you’ll do if you discover she can’t remember. She’s afraid of punishment. She’s afraid of what she might have done to make you angry. She’s spinning in her own panic, and there’s no one to pull her out of it."

Nicholas felt something twist in his chest.

He stood from his chair and turned away, unable to look at his brothers while they processed what Agnes was telling them. Because he could feel it too, the weight of knowing they’d hurt her so badly that her mind had simply... disconnected. Had fled to somewhere safer and left her body behind.

"There’s more," Agnes said.

Nicholas turned back to face her.

Agnes took a breath.

"She’s in a state of dissociation," the housekeeper continued. "Not fully. But partially. She moves slowly. She speaks quietly. When I asked her questions, she answered, but there was a lag, like her brain was processing things differently. Like she’s not fully present in her own body."

Sebastian made a sound....something between a curse and a groan.

"How long will that last?" he asked.

"I don’t know," Agnes said honestly. "A day or two, perhaps. Or longer. Trauma affects people differently. Some recover quickly. Some take longer. Some never fully recover."

The words hung in the air like poison.

Lucian started pacing again, but this time his movements were more agitated. More frantic.

"This is my fault," he said. His voice was rough. Raw. "I was the last one with her. I was the one who...."

"We all share responsibility," Nicholas cut him off coldly. "This isn’t about blame right now. This is about understanding what we’ve done and figuring out what we do next."

Agnes cleared her throat softly.

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