Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88: Is There Any Chance She’ll Wake Up?"

She sat there in silence for a moment, just holding her mother’s hand.

"I don’t know what’s happening to me, Mom," Lilith whispered. "I don’t know if I’m losing my mind or if something is actually connecting us across the distance. I don’t know if this is just my body’s response to trauma or if it’s something else entirely. I don’t know if they’re doing this somehow....reaching into my dreams, invading my sleep, marking me in ways that leave physical evidence."

The thought made her skin prickle.

What if the dreams weren’t just dreams? What if they were actually reaching her somehow? What if the mate bond....if that’s what it was, was so strong that it could transcend distance and consciousness?

"I’m so tired, Mom," Lilith whispered. "I’m so tired of fighting this. I’m so tired of closing my eyes and seeing them. I’m so tired of waking up gasping and aroused and confused. I’m so tired of my body betraying me like this. I’m so tired of feeling like I’m losing control."

She lay her forehead against their joined hands.

"And the worst part is," she continued, her voice breaking slightly, "I don’t think I want to stop it anymore. I don’t think I want the dreams to end. And that scares me more than anything else."

The machines beeped around her. Her mother remained unconscious. The hospital sounds continued outside the room, distant voices, the hum of equipment, the ordinary noise of people dealing with medical crisis.

And Lilith sat there in the early morning light, holding her mother’s hand, and tried to make sense of what was happening to her body.

The dreams were getting more intense. More vivid. More real. Soon she wouldn’t be able to distinguish between what was real and what was happening only in her sleep. Soon the brothers would consume her completely, even from a distance.

She could feel it coming.

And despite everything, despite her anger, despite her confusion, despite her desperate attempt to deny it, part of her was waiting for it. that traitorous part of her.

***

Lilith was still holding her mother’s hand when Dr. Reeves entered Room 304.

The doctor carried her usual medical bag and clipboard, her expression professionally neutral. She moved through her routine....checking the machines, reading the monitors, making notes. It was a process Lilith had witnessed a hundred times over the past three months.

But today, something felt different.

Dr. Reeves finished her examination and turned to Lilith directly.

"I wanted to update you on your mother’s condition," she said, pulling up a chair.

Lilith’s heart rate spiked. Updates were rarely good news.

"The neurological scans we did last week showed minimal improvement," Dr. Reeves continued, her voice careful and clinical. "Not deterioration, which is positive. But also no significant movement toward consciousness."

Lilith nodded slowly, processing the words.

"What does that mean?" she asked. "In terms of timeline? How long before...." She couldn’t finish the sentence.

"Before we have to make decisions about her care?" Dr. Reeves supplied gently. "That depends on several factors. Her medical stability, the pack’s resources, your financial situation."

There it was. The financial situation.

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