Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Survival

Two Months Later

Lilith’s hands were bleeding again.

She looked down at her palms....raw and blistered from hauling garbage bags without gloves because the pack didn’t provide them to omegas....and felt nothing.

She’d stopped feeling things around week three.

It was easier that way.

"Move faster, omega," Owen’s voice barked from across the collection yard. "We’ve got six more buildings to clear before noon."

She didn’t respond. Just grabbed the next bag and hauled it toward the truck.

The bag split halfway there.

Rotten food and god-knew-what-else spilled across the ground at her feet, the smell hitting her like a physical blow. She gagged, pressed the back of her hand against her mouth, and tried not to vomit.

Behind her, someone laughed.

She didn’t turn around to see who it was. Didn’t matter. Could have been any of the pack members who found entertainment in watching the traitor’s daughter clean up their garbage.

She grabbed a shovel and started cleaning up the mess.

This was her life now.

Six days a week, six AM to six PM, hauling trash and cleaning up after people who wouldn’t even look her in the eye anymore. The work was brutal and degrading and designed specifically to break her.

It hadn’t worked yet.

She wouldn’t let it.

***

The hospital visits were getting harder.

Not physically, the walk from omega housing to the pack hospital was the same forty-minute trek it had always been. But emotionally, watching her mother lie there day after day, week after week, month after month with no change...

It was destroying her in ways the garbage duty never could.

Lilith pushed open the door to room 412 and found it exactly as she’d left it yesterday.

Cassandra lay still against white pillows, machines doing all the breathing, monitors tracking vitals that never changed. The doctor had stopped giving updates weeks ago. There was nothing new to report.

Still comatose.

Still unresponsive.

Still possibly never waking up.

Lilith pulled the chair close to the bed and sat down heavily. Her back ached. Her hands throbbed. Her entire body felt like one massive bruise from two months of manual labor she’d never done before.

She took her mother’s hand carefully, mindful of her own raw palms.

"Hey, Mom," she said quietly. "It’s me."

The machines beeped their steady rhythm.

"I got written up today at work. Owen said I wasn’t moving fast enough." She laughed, but it came out bitter. "Fast enough. Like there’s a speed record for cleaning up other people’s shit."

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