Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings

”Without you,” Lilith said.

”Without us,” Sebastian confirmed. ”But alive. Safe. Free.”

Lilith looked at Lucian. ”And you? What do you want?”

Lucian’s jaw was so tight she thought it might crack. ”I want to find a fourth option that doesn’t exist. I want to tear apart the Moon Goddess herself for putting us in this position. I want....” His voice broke. ”I want you alive and bonded to us and powerful and safe. But I can’t have that. So I want whatever option means you survive. Even if it destroys me.”

Lilith felt something crack inside her chest.

They were willing to lose her to save her.

Were willing to sever the bonds that connected them, walk away from their mate, spend the rest of their lives knowing she was out there somewhere living without them.

Because they loved her more than they loved themselves.

”What if I don’t want to give up my magic?” Lilith asked quietly.

All three brothers went still.

”Aunt Victoria said my Morvaine power is my birthright,” Lilith continued. ”My heritage. I’m the last witch in our bloodline. If I burn out my magic, that’s it. The Morvaine gift dies with me. Everything my family was....everything they died protecting....just gone.”

”You would still be alive,” Nicholas said.

”Would I?” Lilith challenged. ”Or would I just be existing? Human and powerless and constantly reminded of everything I gave up?”

”That’s better than being dead,” Sebastian said.

”Is it?” Lilith pulled her hand free from Nicholas’s and stood, pacing to the window. ”You’re asking me to choose between my life and my identity. Between surviving and being myself. How is that any different than asking me to die?”

”Because you would still be YOU,” Lucian said. ”Magic doesn’t define who you are, Lilith. Your strength. Your courage. Your stubbornness.” A ghost of a smile crossed his face. ”Your ability to call us out on our bullshit. That’s who you are. Not the power in your blood.”

”But the power in my blood is part of me,” Lilith said, and tears were streaming down her face now. ”It connects me to my mother. To my father. To generations of Morvaine witches who fought and died to keep our magic alive. If I give it up....if I burn it all away....I lose them too.”

Sebastian stood and crossed to her, pulling her into his arms. She collapsed against his chest and let herself break apart while he held her.

”I don’t know what to do,” she sobbed. ”I don’t know which choice is right.”

”Then don’t choose yet,” Sebastian murmured against her hair. ”We have a little more time. We figure out how to deal with Thalia first. We make sure you’re safe from immediate threats. And then we make this decision when we’re not all terrified and desperate.”

Lilith wanted to believe him. Wanted to think they had time to breathe and plan and figure out a solution that did not end in tragedy.

But the curse was tightening around her ribs and she could feel her magic responding, getting stronger, feeding the very thing that was killing her.

Time was running out.

A knock at the door made them all turn.

”Come in,” Nicholas called.

The door opened and Sera stepped inside with Agnes behind her. Both women took one look at Lilith’s tear-stained face and immediately understood.

”We can come back,” Sera said quietly.

”No.” Lilith pulled away from Sebastian and wiped her eyes. ”Please stay. I need...” She stopped. ”I need to talk to someone who isn’t bonded to me. Someone who can be objective.”

Agnes crossed to her and took both her hands. ”What do you need, sweetheart?”

”I need you to tell me the truth,” Lilith said. ”If you were me...if you had to choose between dying, giving up your magic, or watching the people you love go feral....what would you choose?”

Agnes was quiet for a long moment, her weathered face thoughtful.

”I would choose myself,” she said finally.

Lilith blinked. ”What?”

”I would choose the option that let me live,” Agnes said. ”Not because I’m selfish. But because the people who love you, the people who really love you, they want you to survive even if it costs them everything. And honoring that love means choosing life.”

”But my magic....”

”Is powerful and beautiful and part of your heritage,” Agnes interrupted gently. ”But it’s not more important than your life. Your ancestors didn’t die protecting the Morvaine gift so you could sacrifice yourself to keep it. They died protecting YOU. The person. Not the power.”

Lilith felt fresh tears spill over. ”What if I’m not strong enough to live without it?”

”You are,” Sera said firmly. She moved to stand beside Agnes. ”You’re the strongest person I know, and you were once thought to be wofless and you lived just fine, Lilith. Magic or no magic. Bonds or no bonds. You’re a survivor. And you’ll figure out how to be yourself no matter what form that takes.”

Lilith wanted to believe them. Wanted to think she could give up her magic and still be whole.

But the thought of burning it all away, of severing the connection to her mother and her heritage and everything that made her Morvaine...felt like dying anyway.

”I need more time,” Lilith whispered.

”Then we’ll get you more time,” Nicholas said.

Before anyone could respond, the world screamed.

The wards around the estate erupted with warning, a violent magical alarm that made every person with supernatural senses gasp. Lilith felt it like a physical blow, power slamming against the estate’s defenses with enough force to crack stone.

”What is that?” she gasped.

Nicholas’s eyes went silver. ”Someone’s breaking through the wards.”

”Thalia?” Lucian asked, already moving toward the door.

”No.” Sebastian’s expression was grim. ”That’s not corrupted magic. That’s....”

The wards shattered.

Lilith felt the exact moment they fell, a sensation like glass breaking across her skin. And underneath the alarm, underneath the chaos, she felt something else.

Familiar magic.

Morvaine magic.

Not Thalia’s darkness.

Something older. Purer. Filled with rage and determination and absolute love.

”Aunt Victoria,” Lilith breathed.

Nicholas nodded. ”She’s early.”

Through the broken wards, Lilith could feel her aunt’s power gathering at the gates. Could feel other presences with her, witches and warlocks, all of them radiating enough magical strength to level half the estate if they chose to.

Victoria had come for her.

And she had brought an army.