Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89: The Pull

The walk back to omega housing felt longer than usual.

The morning had turned into afternoon, and the streets were busier now. Pack members moved through the territory with purpose. People going places. People with destinations and plans and futures that made sense.

Lilith moved through them like a ghost.

By the time she reached her apartment, the sun was starting to set. She’d been awake for over twenty-four hours. Her body was moving on fumes. Her mind was scattered. Every muscle ached with exhaustion.

She entered her small room and closed the door behind her.

The apartment was exactly as she’d left it...cold, small, depressing. The mattress on the floor. The single lamp. The window overlooking the dumpsters. This was her life now. This was what she’d been reduced to.

Lilith sat on the mattress and felt the weight of everything crash down on her.

Four to six weeks.

Four to six weeks to save her mother’s life.

Four to six weeks before her entire world collapsed.

She pulled out her notebook and did the math again, even though she already knew the answer.

Monthly income: six hundred dollars (if she worked every available shift).

Monthly expenses: two hundred seventy-five dollars (rent, utilities, food).

Available funds after basic expenses: three hundred twenty-five dollars.

Monthly cost of mother’s care: four thousand dollars.

Shortfall: thirty-six hundred seventy-five dollars.

Every single month.

For the next four to six weeks, she had to figure out how to pull three thousand dollars a month out of nowhere. There was no job in Shadowmere that paid enough. There was no way to earn that kind of money legally.

Which meant she had to find another way.

The thought terrified her.

And excited her.

Lilith closed her notebook and lay back on the mattress.

She was so tired. So completely, utterly exhausted. Her body was screaming for sleep. Her mind was foggy. She couldn’t keep her eyes open even if she wanted to.

She told herself she would only sleep for an hour. Just an hour to recharge, and then she would wake up and figure out next steps.

But the moment her eyes closed, they were there.

The dream took her before she could fully process it.

She was on her back, and Lucian was above her. His gold eyes were glowing, his wolf fully visible in his expression. He was moving inside her with brutal intensity, and she was gasping, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body responding to every movement.

"You feel that?" he growled. "You feel how you’re made for this? Made for us?"

Nicholas was beside her, his hand on her throat, controlling her breathing. Not choking her, just holding her, reminding her that he had control. Sebastian was kissing her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, his hands roaming over her body.

The sensations were overwhelming. The intensity was all-consuming.

But underneath it all was something else. Something that felt like desperation. Like they were reaching for her across the distance, trying to pull her back to them.

Like they couldn’t survive without her.

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