Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139: Young Lilith XI

*~Young Lilith’s POV~*

Training had turned brutal—and exhausting... I’d mastered every spell Alice threw my way: cloaking, teleportation, even the energy-binding incantations Dahlia once used.

My hunting skills sharpened too, instincts honed to the edge. Alice, already a witch, had grown fiercer, stronger. In turn, I’d drilled her through every nuance of werewolf instinct—tracking, scenting, reading movement. She’d taken to it unnervingly well.

Now, sprawled on the training ground, sweat streaking our skin, we stared up at the fading dusk. Around us, the others collapsed in heaps, groaning from exhaustion, yet grinning with pride. Jonathan and a few others had gone to meet the Alpha today...

Ruby strolled over, wiping blood from her knuckles. "What do you think Klaus will say about our offer?" she asked, smirking.

"He’s going to reject," Alice muttered, pushing herself up, brushing grass from her legs. "They’ve been hunting us for weeks. Then we just show up, bold enough to demand coexistence? Please. They’ll laugh in our faces."

I smirked, dark and sharp. "Then it’ll be to their disadvantage."

They looked at me. I let the silence hang before adding, "When the Crescents strike, the packs won’t see us coming."

Their laughter filled my ears... My fingers clenched the crumpled paper I’d hidden in my palm.

Marcus had written to me. My chest tightened just thinking about it. The letter had come by bird and his words had been clear: Meet me. Tonight. In front of the High House.

Dangerous. Beyond dangerous. If any wolf saw me, suspicion would bloom. Worse, if Jonathan and others found out?

I swallowed the paper, forcing myself to chew until the edges went soft, bitter on my tongue.

Alice’s gaze snapped to me. "What was that?"

"What?" I blinked at her. Too fast. "You’ve been... off. Since morning."

"No. Nothing." I stood before she could probe deeper, smoothing my clothes.

Her eyes stayed sharp. "You sure?"

"Yes, yes." I forced a laugh, grabbed her arm, and tugged toward the house. "Jonathan will be back soon. We need to prepare for his news. Coexistence... or destruction."

But behind me, Ruby whispered to Alice, Something’s definitely wrong with her.

Inside, my heart wouldn’t settle. Marcus. My parents. The memory of blood, of my own hands shaking. I’d buried that night deep. I couldn’t afford to dig it up again.

The bathtub steamed, filling my lungs with heat. I sank into it, letting the water scald, then cooled it with a sharp, whispered command. "Versa."

The temperature flipped, goosebumps racing over my skin. Being a witch and a wolf—no, a Crescent—had its perks. Dahlia had been right. We were dangerous. Special.

I rose, dripping, and stared at the two gowns I owned. One was Jonathan’s gift—silken, elegant, the kind of dress meant to make me his. The other was mine, saved for Marcus, for tonight.

Jonathan. Always hovering closer than he should. Watching me longer than necessary. Offering compliments that burned and lingered. His dark hair, green eyes, tattoos curling over muscle—any other girl would’ve melted. But my heart wasn’t his to claim.

Marcus owned it. My Marcus.

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