Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130: Young Lilith II

*~Young Lilith’s POV~*

The moment I stepped inside the cave, the stench hit me first..thick, metallic, rotten. My stomach lurched, and before my eyes could adjust to the shadows, I froze.

Bodies....Witches.

Dead witches sprawled across the cave floor, their lifeless eyes reflecting the torchlight.

A strangled scream tore from my throat as I stumbled back, slamming into my father. "Dad! Dad! Witches! Witches!" My voice cracked, shaking with panic.

But instead of pulling me away, instead of protecting me, he shoved me forward.

Rough hands caught me before I could fall—old wolves, their grips iron-strong. My eyes widened in horror. "Dad! Dad!" I screamed again, but the cave door slammed shut with a finality that crushed the last thread of hope in me.

My wolf stirred inside me, her growl a low vibration of fear and fury. I reached for her, desperate to awaken fully, to fight—but before I could, something sharp pricked through my veins. My chest tightened. My vision blurred. The world tilted sideways, and then—nothing.

Darkness.

When I woke, my body was heavy, weak, as though the life had been drained from my bones. My wrists and ankles burned where thick ropes dug into my skin. I tried to move, but the binds were too tight. Panic flared when I realized the worst part—my wolf was silent. Gone.

"No, no, no..." I whispered, twisting against the chair. But she didn’t answer me.

Blinking through the haze, I turned my head and froze again. I wasn’t alone.

Young wolves like me were tied to chairs, lining the cavern in a grim, silent circle. Some were unconscious, their heads hanging forward, while others shifted restlessly, their eyes wide with fear.

And one of them was crying.

A girl with flaming red hair and striking green eyes sobbed uncontrollably, her screams bouncing against the stone walls. The sound clawed at my nerves. I swallowed hard, trying to calm my own rising panic.

But then one of the older wolves snapped. He stormed across the room, his face twisted with anger, and struck her hard across the cheek. The crack echoed in the cave.

She fell silent instantly, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

My stomach turned. Fear gripped me so tightly it was hard to breathe. Stay calm, Lilith. Stay calm, I whispered to myself, but the words felt hollow.

And then the cave doors opened again.

Two wolves dragged more bodies inside. Not witches this time—wolves. Dead wolves.

The stench hit me before the sight did, and when I saw their mangled, lifeless forms tossed across the floor, my composure shattered.

I screamed inwardly "Dead wolves!"

The sound echoed into the darkness, but no one came to save me.

I was terrified, but I forced myself to grip down on that fear. No time to be scared, Lilith. Time to be smart.

And then—he came back.

My disgusting father.

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