Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140: Young Lilith XII

*~Young Lilith’s POV~*

I blinked rapidly, tension tightening every muscle in my body. My heart was pounding so loudly I could barely hear Alice and the others. Tonight. The word echoed through me like a warning bell. I stood abruptly, forcing a weak smile.

"Yeah... tonight. Tonight will be good," I muttered. "I think I should... make a plan. I’ll be right back. I just... I have an intense stomachache."

Before anyone could question me further, I rushed out of the room. Jonathan was right behind me, his footsteps sharp against the stone floor.

"Lady Lilith!" he called, reaching for my arm.

I turned to face him, my breathing uneven.

"Are you alright?" His tone carried genuine worry as his green eyes searched my face. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"No, no... I’m fine," I lied, though my voice betrayed me.

He touched my forehead, feeling for a fever, and the warmth of his hand sent an unexpected flutter through my chest. Then he drew me closer, his voice soft yet firm.

"Anything wrong with you, you can tell me."

I met his eyes, and for a fleeting second, I felt my heart stutter. No. Not now. I pushed him back gently, breaking the spell.

"It’s fine," I murmured.

"You said you were having a stomachache, right? I can prepare a concoction for you," he offered, his gaze earnest.

"No, Jonathan. Really, it’s fine. The entire pack is waiting for you. Go meet them."

"But my pack cannot be fine when their Luna is not," he said, his voice trembling slightly on the word.

I froze. Luna?

I turned to him slowly. "What did you say?"

His chest rose with a deep breath, and then he said it. "This is a strange way to propose, but... I, Alpha Jonathan, would love you to become my Luna. Your beauty is... too alluring for me to overlook. I’ve never met anyone who has soothed my heart the way you have."

My heart thudded painfully in my chest. His words were sweet, heartfelt—dangerous.

"Jonathan... like you said, this is the wrong time," I whispered. "I’m sorry."

And then I left him standing there, his confession hanging heavy in the air. I hurried to my room, shutting the door behind me and leaning against it. My pulse raced. My thoughts were a storm.

Jonathan was really in love with me. But no, this couldn’t happen. Not now.

And what did they mean they were striking tonight? Tonight—when I was supposed to meet Marcus?

This was bad. But no. I couldn’t let fear stop me. I would see Marcus, no matter what anyone said.

Oh my god.... the way he leaned in and inhaled my scent, his nose grazing my skin, sent a tremor through my chest. The embrace broke, but his eyes—those light blue eyes—held me still. "I thought I’d lost you," he breathed, voice thick with longing.

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