Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings

Nicholas held her gaze.

"Yes, But we are still investigating it to know if he was truly the one who informed the hunters about the meeting," he said.

"That is not an answer." Lilith said.

"It is the only honest answer I have right now." Nicholas looked at her and replied.

She looked at him.

At the silver eyes that were giving her something and holding something back at the same time.

She was tired of that.

She was so tired of that.

"Nicholas." Her voice came out quietly. "My father spent his whole life serving his pack. He died and left us with a tarnished name and now my mother is in a coma because of grief, because she couldn’t handle it." She paused. "If he is truly not guilty of the crime, if he was wrongly accused, I deserve to know."

"Yes," he said. "You do."

"Then tell me." she pressed on.

"I don’t have the full answer yet." His jaw was tight. "What I know is that the post appeared. Eli found it and took it down before it spread. The claim it makes...." He stopped. "I am not going to confirm or deny something I am still investigating. Because if I tell you something incomplete and it turns out to be wrong I will have hurt you for nothing."

She stared at him.

"And if it turns out to be right," she said.

He held her gaze.

"Then I will tell you everything," he said. "Every single thing. I promised you that."

The office was quiet.

She looked at the paper on his desk.

She looked back at Nicholas.

"Who is behind the posts," she said.

"We are close to finding out." Nicholas replied.

"Is it someone from Shadowmere?" She asked.

Something moved in his face, but it was gone before she could read it properly.

"Why do you ask that?," he said carefully.

"Because my father’s Beta records are not public," she said. "Wren told me that. Someone with access to Shadowmere archives is feeding this." She held his gaze. "Someone who knew my father."

Nicholas looked at her for a long moment.

"Yes," he said quietly. "We believe it is someone connected to Shadowmere."

She nodded her head and stood up.

Picked the paper off his desk and folded it and put it back in her pocket.

He watched her do it without moving.

"Lilith."

She stopped and turned back to loot at him.

"I am going to find out the truth about your father," he said. "Whatever it is. I am going to find it and I am going to tell you." His voice was completely even. "You have my word."

She looked at him for a moment.

At the man who had brought her to a waterfall nobody else had ever seen.

She believed him.

She did not know if she should.

But she did.

"Okay," she said.

She walked out of his office and pulled the door shut behind her.

***

Wren left very early the next morning.

She hugged Lilith at the door. Held on for a moment. Pulled back and looked at her face with those sharp eyes that missed nothing.

"Thursday," she said.

"Thursday," Lilith said.

Lilith stood at the top of the steps until the grey car disappeared through the gates.

Then she stood there a little longer.

The estate was quiet around her. The bond warm in her chest. That separate thread pulling at her from somewhere behind the main house.

She went to the training ground.

***

She heard him before she saw him.

The impact of fists against the heavy bag. Rhythmic. Hard. The particular sound of someone hitting something with everything they had.

She pushed through the gate.

Sebastian had his back to her.

Shirtless. Sweat running down his spine. His hands wrapped. His shoulders working with every punch like he was trying to get something out of his body that would not come out any other way.

She stopped just inside the gate.

He stopped hitting the bag.

Did not turn around.

"I heard the car leave," he said.

"She’s gone," Lilith said.

He turned around.

His dark eyes found her immediately.

Moved over her face. Her throat. The mark. Back up to her eyes.

Neither of them said anything.

She walked toward him.

Her feet moving before she decided to move them. Crossing the training ground. Past the equipment. Past the mats.

Stopping directly in front of him.

She looked up at his face.

At the sweat and the dark eyes and the jaw that was set like he was holding something together by sheer force of will.

His wolf was right there at the surface.

She could feel it. Somehow she could feel him.

She reached up.

Put her hand flat against his chest.

Over his heart.

It was pounding.

He looked down at her hand.

Covered it with his.

"I told you not to hold back, didn’t?," she asked.

His eyes came up to hers.

"You don’t have to wait for me to be fully ready," she said again.

Sebastian’s hand cupped her face immediately and his mouth came down on hers and it was nothing gentle, his hands gripped her face. His mouth took hers like he had been thinking about it for weeks.

Because he had.

She grabbed his arms and held on because her knees stopped working immediately.

He walked her backward without breaking the kiss.

Her back hit the training room wall.

He pressed his whole body against her and she felt exactly how done waiting he was. Hard and enormous against her stomach. Something liquid and urgent pooled low in her belly.

He pulled back.

Looked at her face.

"Tell me to stop," he said. His voice was wrecked already. "If you want me to stop tell me now."

"Don’t stop," she said.

That was all he needed.

His hands went to her jeans. Opened them. Pushed them down her legs along with her underwear in one movement. His hand pushed between her thighs immediately and she gasped at the contact.

His fingers slid through her folds and he groaned.

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