"I don’t know," Nicholas said. And it was the first time Lucian had ever heard his eldest brother admit something like that. "I don’t know. But I do know that we can’t sustain this. We’re falling apart. All three of us. And if we’re falling apart, we’re going to make mistakes. We’re going to break the rules we set. We’re going to hurt her more."
Lucian felt the truth of that land in his chest.
"So what do we do?" he asked again.
"I don’t know," Nicholas repeated. "But we’re going to have to figure it out. Because this...." He gestured vaguely, encompassing the situation, the torture, the impossible bind they were all caught in, "....this isn’t sustainable."
Lucian nodded slowly.
He understood. He understood that they were trapped. That his wolf had decided Lilith was essential. That no amount of fighting, fucking, or training was going to change that.
And he understood, with a clarity that was almost painful, that the next ten days were going to be the most difficult of his entire life.
***
The knock came at dawn.
Lilith was still half-asleep when the soft rap of knuckles against her door pulled her from the fragmented dreams that had plagued her night. She’d been restless all week, her body healing, her mind slowly surfacing from the dark place it had retreated to. But something had shifted in the last few days. The brothers hadn’t come to her. Agnes had told her it was because they wanted her to recover, to heal completely before anything else happened. The gentleness in Agnes’s voice when she’d explained it had calmed something in Lilith’s chest.
Now, as the knock came again, slightly more insistent, Lilith’s first instinct was fear.
She sat up slowly, careful of her still-tender muscles. The healing process had been gradual....each day a little more strength, each day a little less pain. But there was a quality to that knock that made her stomach tighten.
The door opened without her permission.
Sera stood in the doorway, her warrior’s frame backlit by the hallway light. She was a woman Lilith had come to recognize during her time here, the female warrior who sometimes spoke to her when the brothers weren’t present. There was something almost friendly about Sera, something that didn’t carry the weight of dominance.
But this morning, Sera’s expression was carefully neutral.
"Alpha Nicholas has requested your presence in his office," Sera said formally. "When you’re ready."
Lilith’s heart stuttered. The office. All three of them never summoned her to the office unless something had changed. Or something was about to happen.
She dressed quickly, her hands trembling as she fastened each button on her dress. The fabric felt too thin, too vulnerable against her skin. She braided her hair with shaking fingers, trying to calm the spiraling panic that threatened to overtake her.
What had she done wrong? Her body was nearly healed. She was stronger every day. Was it not enough? Had she failed them somehow?
Sera led her through the hallway in silence. The estate felt different in the early morning light...colder somehow, even though the sun was just beginning to climb above the horizon. The walk to Nicholas’s office felt both too short and impossibly long.
When they reached the door, Sera knocked once and then stepped away, leaving Lilith standing alone in the hallway.
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