Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Young Lilith IX

*~Young Lilith’s POV~*

I stood up, my entire body numb, my thoughts like shards of glass slicing through a haze of pain. I couldn’t feel anything—not fear, not sorrow, not even the lingering burn of my skin...only one emotion pulsed through me like venom: vengeance.

The door creaked open, and I stepped outside, my bare feet sinking into the cold floor. My mother was standing there, wide-eyed, her face pale as though she had just seen death.

"Lith," she whispered, voice trembling. "Go put on something. Why are you here... naked?"

I tilted my head, an eerie calm overtaking my voice. "You did this to me. You ruined me. You shattered my life."

I started walking toward her. Each step felt heavier, darker, as if the ground itself trembled beneath me. She kept stepping back, her hands trembling, eyes darting toward the stairs where she knew my father would be.

"Lith... what are you doing?" she asked, but her voice was breaking.

Then Father appeared, his commanding presence filling the corridor, but even he faltered when he saw me naked, my veins pulsing with unnatural darkness. He covered his eyes quickly, muttering, "Lilith... control yourself. Go put on some clothes."

"No." My voice was sharp, cutting, dripping with venom. "It is you who should put on some shame. Doing this to your own daughter. Turning me into... this."

His jaw tightened. "It was for your own benefit.."

"Benefit?!" I snapped, my tone rising like a growl. "You destroyed me. You faked my death. You made me something... unnatural."

"You’re stronger now," he said, his voice cold yet trying to sound rational.

"No. I am not stronger. I am a monster."

A silence fell, sharp and suffocating. I could see it in his face—the dawning realization of what I had become.

"I will become a monster," I said slowly, stepping closer, "and you will be my first victims."

Father’s eyes widened, but he didn’t move. Instead, he spoke with a strange calmness, "You don’t want to do this, Lilith. Control yourself—"

"Control myself? After what you did?" My laughter was hollow, almost inhuman. "You made me this way. You ripped away my life, my innocence, my chance to choose. And you," I turned to my mother, my words sharp as daggers, "you could not even stand up for me. You couldn’t even save me. You let him do this to me!"

Her lips trembled, her hands clutched to her chest as if holding back her own guilt.

"Why me?" I demanded, my voice trembling now—not with fear, but rage. "Why pick me? Why turn me into this?"

"Because you are special," Father replied firmly, his voice laced with pride. "You rolled out before you were eighteen. You have potential. And I’ve made you... more special."

My head tilted back, a laugh tearing from my throat—harsh and broken. "Special? I am not special. I am cursed. Stop calling me special."

"You are special," he said again, taking one step closer.

The word Dahlia had whispered during the ritual echoed in my mind like a dark incantation. Versa.

I raised my hand instinctively. "Versa!"

A shockwave surged from me, sending Father crashing backward onto the floor.

Mother gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. "Lilith... stop! Please, stop!"

But I kept walking toward him, my breathing heavy, my body trembling with dark energy.

Mother screamed. In desperation, she grabbed a mug from the hallway table, smashed it against the floor, and pointed the jagged edge toward me.

"You’re protecting him?" I hissed. "After everything he’s done? You’re still his puppet?"

"He made you special!" she cried, her voice breaking.

"Versa!" I roared.

She flew back, her head striking the wall with a sickening thud. She crumpled beside him, blood streaking the floor.

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