Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150: Young Lilith XXII

*~Young Lilith’s POV~*

Marcus was there....Right there.

Standing before the altar, his broad shoulders proud, his face steady, his hands clasped with—Selene.

Selene. The same girl he once laughed about, brushed aside, told me never to worry over.

And now she stood where I should have been, her gown shimmering under the glow of the candles, her lips curved in the soft smile of a bride.

My stomach lurched. My chest burned. I didn’t know if it was my baby drowning inside me or if it was just my heart shattering into a thousand bloody shards.

I tore myself from Alice’s embrace, stumbling forward. My lips trembled as I whispered, "No... no, it can’t be. That’s not my Marcus. My Marcus would never... never marry her. He loves me. He promised me. He—"

The words strangled in my throat. Rage burned with the grief, rising hot, rising wild. My fingers clenched so hard my nails bit into my palms.

"I have to stop him," I gasped, taking a step forward.

Alice’s hand snapped around my arm, yanking me back with all the force she had. "Lilith, what are you doing?"

"I have to stop this wedding!" My voice cracked, too loud, too raw. A few heads turned from the back rows, but my eyes stayed locked on him. Marcus. My Marcus. The man who had sworn I was his only.

"No!" Alice hissed. Her grip dug into my arm. "You promised...you swore we wouldn’t risk this! We’d be in danger if anyone saw us!"

"I don’t care!" My voice broke. "So be it! Let danger come, let them all come, but Marcus cannot—he cannot marry her! Not Selene. Not anyone!"

The pain clawed at my chest. Every vision of him with her—touching her, holding her, spending his nights with her—made me want to scream, to tear at my skin, to rip my hair out until I was nothing but raw grief.

Alice shook me hard. "Lilith, listen to me! You rush out there, and this ends badly. Do you want Jonathan to find out you’re gone? Do you want Marcus to see you like this and turn you in?"

"He wouldn’t!" I shouted, yanking against her hold. "He loves me, Alice! He loves me! If he sees me, he’ll remember. He’ll remember what we had—he’ll stop this madness. This has to be arranged, forced, something—Marcus wouldn’t choose her! He wouldn’t choose Selene!"

My body surged forward again, but Alice pulled me back, her nails biting into my wrist. Her whisper was fierce, urgent: "Lilith, stop it! Look at him—look at him! He’s not fighting. He’s not resisting. He’s marrying her."

I froze.

The words were poison, dripping into me, choking me from the inside out.

I shook my head violently. "No. You’re wrong. You’re wrong, Alice. If I just go to him—if he just sees me—he’ll remember everything. He’ll stop."

"Or he’ll see you and pretend he doesn’t know you." Her voice cracked then, soft and breaking. "And that would destroy you worse than this."

I didn’t even know what to do anymore. My body felt hollow, my heart torn in pieces, and for a moment I simply gave up—I agreed silently to just sit there, to live in this unbearable reality.

The heavy doors closed behind us as the ceremony truly began. Alice guided me gently, squeezing my trembling hand as she led me to our seats. She placed my hand on her shoulder, grounding me while I sat in a haze.

And then the vows began.

Marcus stood tall at the altar, his eyes fixed on Selene. Eyes that once burned for me. Eyes that once swore eternal devotion. Now they glowed only for her.

And then—he kissed her.

The same lips that had whispered promises into my skin. The same mouth that once belonged to me. I felt bile rise in my throat. My hand clenched over my stomach, as if shielding the child inside me from the sight. No. He doesn’t deserve this baby. He doesn’t deserve to be a father. Not mine.

I wanted to leave. Desperately. My gaze darted to the doors, but they remained closed. My chest constricted with every cheer, every clap of celebration that followed.

At last, the doors opened again. The ceremony ended, and Marcus and Selene began walking together, hand in hand, greeting their guests with soft smiles. Each congratulation stabbed at me, each blessing a cruel reminder of what had been stolen.

Alice tugged at my arm. "Now, Lilith. We leave before they reach us."

We slipped out, careful and quick, but as we reached the edge of the hall, I felt it—his gaze. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

I turned.

Our eyes locked across the crowd.

His widened, shocked, disbelieving. For a heartbeat, the world fell silent. Marcus dropped Selene’s hand without thought, his body moving toward me, his lips parting as if to speak my name.

Alice stiffened. She saw it too. Panic laced her grip as she pulled me faster toward the carriage. We almost made it. Almost escaped. But then—the carriage lurched to a stop.

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