Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70: What Does He Want?

One of the younger warriors stepped forward.

His name was Derek. He was maybe twenty-five, built like a tank, and he’d spent the last year establishing himself as one of the pack’s most promising fighters. He’d beaten most of the seasoned warriors at least once. He approached the mat with confidence, rolling his shoulders, preparing himself.

The moment Lucian moved toward him, the confidence evaporated.

They fought for maybe five minutes.

It was a massacre. Lucian was faster, stronger, more experienced, and completely uninterested in anything except the physical release of combat. He moved Derek around the mat like a dance partner, every strike landing with precision, every combination flowing into the next one seamlessly.

By the time Derek hit the mat and didn’t get back up, the other warriors had stopped watching from the sidelines. They’d retreated to a safer distance, their body language screaming discomfort.

Lucian stood in the center of the empty mat, breathing hard, his knuckles split and bleeding, his shirt soaked with sweat, and felt absolutely no relief.

The ache was still there.

The constant awareness of Lilith somewhere in this estate, recovering, getting stronger, existing just beyond his reach. The knowledge that his wolf had decided she was essential and nothing....not training, not fighting, not the physical exertion of combat.....could make that need go away.

"Another," Lucian called out.

None of the warriors moved.

He could see them glancing at each other. Communicating silently about whether any of them were brave or stupid enough to step into the ring with him again.

"I said another!" Lucian’s voice was sharp enough to make them all flinch.

Still, no one moved.

Lucian felt Zev surge forward in response to their resistance, demanding, aggressive, absolutely unwilling to accept that training was over. The wolf wanted to fight. Wanted to hurt. Wanted some physical outlet for the sexual frustration that was becoming unbearable.

"Cowards," Lucian spat. "All of you. Too scared to...."

"Alpha."

The voice came from the edge of the training ground.

Lucian’s head snapped toward the sound. Finn...his beta, his right hand, the warrior he trusted above all others in combat, was standing at the entrance to the training grounds with a carefully neutral expression.

"Alpha Nicholas is calling you," Finn said calmly. "He wants you in his office immediately."

Lucian felt Zev roar in frustration.

They’d finally had an outlet. Finally found a way to burn through some of the constant ache. And now he was being pulled away, forced to stop, forced to return to the torture of proximity without touch.

"Tell Nicholas I’m busy," Lucian said coldly.

"He said you would say that," Finn replied evenly. "He also said that if you didn’t come immediately, he would come here himself and drag you. His words, Alpha. Not mine."

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