Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145: Young Lilith XVII

*~Young Lilith’s POV~*

So not only am I pregnant... but my child’s life is in danger.

The weight of it slammed into me so hard I collapsed back onto the bed, eyes wide, lungs heaving. My whole body trembled.

The old woman brought the calabash closer, her crooked hand steady.

"Drink, child."

I shook my head, my heart racing. Everything was sinking in at once.

How will I do this? How will I keep running... while carrying a child? Do I keep running? Do I let the baby die? I can’t be a mother. Not now. Not like this. I’m already a traitor. A runaway. A runaway lover. And now a mother?

No. Worse— a bad mother.

"You don’t want that to happen," she said firmly, reading my thoughts as if I’d spoken them aloud. "If that child dies, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. Trust me. I speak from experience."

She sat beside me. I shivered. But her aura... it was calm, steady, ancient. Somehow, it seeped into me, cooling my panic.

"I used to have a sweet little girl," she whispered, her voice breaking at the edges. "But I let her go. And it still aches me—every single day—that I never met her. Never held her in my arms. That I killed her while she was still inside me."

My breath caught.

"So I made a vow," she said, turning her gaze on me, sharp and heavy. "I will never let another mother lose her child. Not if I can help it."

She reached for my hands, wrapping mine around the calabash. "I am a witch. And you are a werewolf. Our kinds were never meant to work together. But I cannot watch you lose this baby."

My fingers trembled. My throat burned. I swallowed hard, lifted the bowl, and drank.

The liquid was sharp, earthy, bitter. It slid through me like fire. My bones weakened, then strengthened. My heart slowed, steadied. I felt the shift inside of me. A warmth... a pulse... life.

"You can feel it, can’t you?" she asked softly. "The impact inside you. The child. Don’t worry—you can stay with me until it’s born. If you are lost, if you have no family... we can raise this child together."

I nodded, though my voice was broken. "It’s fine. I wouldn’t want to burden you. I’ll... sort it out myself. I just need time to think."

She smiled faintly, patted my hand, and stood. "Then think. I’ll find us something to eat."

As she turned, she pressed her palm against the earth and then—suddenly—her hand clung to my stomach. My heart lurched.

Oh moon goddess....this is real...No possible damn way.

What will I tell Marcus? Do I even tell him? He deserves to know... doesn’t he? But I can’t just show up, swollen with his child, after running away . Not yet. Not like this. I’d need the baby in my arms, proof that something good came from all the ruin.

But then Jonathan’s words crashed through me like thunder: "The next time I see you again, I’ll be forced to kill you."

A cold shiver rattled down my spine....No. Not now. I can’t face them yet. I’ll stay here. For a few months. Long enough for my child to grow strong. Then... I’ll decide what to do.

I curled back into the bed, exhaustion crushing me. My last thought before sleep dragged me under was of Alice.

Alice, my sister, my friend... What does she think of me now?

Then she came back into the hut with a bag of meats... placed them and turned to me, ’You look too young to be pregnant. How old are you, dear?’

I froze. I was 16—but soon I’d be 17. Close enough.

’Seventeen,’ I said.

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