Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147: Young Lilith XIX

*~Young Lilith’s POV~*

Jonathan’s voice sliced through the clearing, harsh and venomous.

"What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you never to show your damn face here again?"

The fury in his tone made my knees wobble. I instinctively stepped back, but Alice’s hand gripped mine tightly, refusing to let me retreat.

"What is going on?" Alice demanded, her voice trembling.

Jonathan’s glare hardened. "Ask her. She knows. And now—" his eyes dropped to my stomach, his face contorting with disgust, "—pregnant? How cheap can you be?" His voice cracked, laced with fury. "Don’t tell me... don’t tell me that bastard Beta Wolf is the father of that thing you’re carrying."

Alice froze, her fingers tightening painfully around mine. Her gaze darted between Jonathan and me, her green eyes wide with confusion. "Lilith," she whispered, "what is he talking about? Tell me it isn’t true."

My throat burned. My chest heaved, every breath like shards of glass. I tried to speak, but Jonathan’s rage drowned me out.

"Get out of my sight!" he roared, his fists clenching at his sides. "You’re no longer a Crescent. You are nothing to us now."

His words struck like whips, each syllable tearing at me.

I swallowed hard and gently pried Alice’s fingers from mine. "It’s fine, Alice," I whispered, voice breaking. "Let me go."

But she refused. She clung to me tighter, shaking her head violently. "No. You’re not going anywhere. Nowhere." She turned, her gaze pleading with Jonathan. "What is going on? Jonathan, talk to me!"

His nostrils flared, chest rising with every labored breath. "Haven’t I told you enough?" His voice shook with restrained violence. "She betrayed us, Alice. She betrayed the Crescent."

Alice’s eyes flicked back to me, searching for denial, for any sign this wasn’t true.

Jonathan continued, venom spilling from every word. "The Beta of the Blue Moon pack—she had an affair with him. With him! And when I was about to take his damn life for what he did to us, she helped him escape. She—protected him." His voice cracked with rage, with pain. His jaw trembled as he spat out the words. "And now she carries his child."

Alice’s grip loosened slightly. Her lips parted, but no sound came. Shock painted her features pale, her entire body shaking as the truth crushed her.

I mouthed the words, barely audible: I’m sorry.

Her hand trembled in mine, torn between holding on and letting go.

"That should not change anything," she whispered finally, her voice breaking, her heart speaking louder than reason. She looked at me—broken, frightened, desperate—but she didn’t release me.

Jonathan’s face hardened. His fury didn’t waver, but for the first time, I thought I saw something else beneath it. Maybe even the faintest trace of love buried deep, rotting with anger.

"She is no longer one of us."

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