Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings

It wouldn’t be.

But he was going to try anyway.

Because the alternative....accepting that only Lilith could satisfy what his wolf needed, was something Sebastian’s rational mind absolutely refused to contemplate.

His hand gripped his cock and began to stroke.

The pleasure was already building again, the sensitivity from the previous orgasm making every movement intense and almost painful. His breathing was becoming ragged. His body was already chasing another release that would ultimately prove as unsatisfying as the last one.

But he stroked anyway.

Because what else was there to do?

He had to find some way to manage the constant ache. Some way to function while his entire body screamed for something he couldn’t have. Some way to survive the knowledge that the female who would satisfy him completely was currently recovering from injuries he’d helped inflict.

Sebastian’s movements became faster, more desperate.

His other hand gripped the sheets, twisting them in his fist. His back arched slightly as the pressure built. His entire body was tensing toward another release that would bring minutes of relief at most.

"Fuck," he breathed.

The word was a curse, an expression of frustration more than anything else. Because he understood now what was happening. Understood with horrible clarity that his wolf had imprinted on Lilith in a way that no amount of fucking other females could undo.

He was going to be trapped like this for the rest of her time here.

For the next ten days, maybe less if her healing continued at this pace....he was going to exist in a constant state of sexual frustration. He was going to be driven to fuck other she-wolves, to chase temporary releases, to exist in a cycle of physical satisfaction that meant nothing because his wolf wasn’t participating.

And then, when the thirty days ended, when they had to return her to Shadowmere, what would happen then?

The thought made him stroke harder.

Because he couldn’t think about that. Couldn’t contemplate a future where she was gone and his wolf was left to suffer indefinitely. Couldn’t accept the idea that the female his body and mind had decided was essential was going to be taken away and he would have to learn to live without her.

He was close again.

The pressure was building. His cock was pulsing in his hand. His release was approaching.

And he already knew, with absolute certainty, that coming again wasn’t going to help. That the moment the orgasm faded, the ache would return. That he would be right back here within the hour, stroking himself, chasing releases that didn’t satisfy anything.

But he continued stroking anyway.

Because the alternative was accepting the trap he was caught in, and Sebastian’s wolf absolutely refused to do that.

His body seized.

The orgasm hit him like a physical blow. His hips thrust upward. His hand moved faster. His cum spilled across his stomach and chest in thick ropes that made a mockery of the previous release because it was already clear that this one would fade just as quickly.

He lay in the aftermath, his hand still gripping his softening cock, and understood with crushing clarity that he was fucked.

Not in the way he wanted to be.

But fucked nonetheless.

Trapped.

Suffering.

Completely and utterly at the mercy of a mate bond that was forming with an omega who didn’t even know it was happening.

Sebastian closed his eyes and accepted that this was his new reality.

At least until she was strong enough to be returned.

After that, he had no idea what would happen.

And that terrified him more than anything else.

***

The training ground was empty except for the sound of fists meeting flesh.

Again. Again. Again.

Lucian moved through the combination with brutal efficiency...jab, cross, hook, uppercut. The warrior in front of him was good. Experienced. One of the pack’s best fighters. But none of that mattered when Zev was this close to the surface, this desperate, this absolutely consumed with a need that had nothing to do with combat training.

The warrior threw a punch aimed at Lucian’s temple.

Lucian slipped it and drove his elbow upward, connecting with the man’s jaw hard enough to make him stagger backward. Before the warrior could recover, Lucian pressed forward, using his superior height and strength to force the man back against the edge of the training mat.

"Again," Lucian growled.

The warrior...Pete, one of the estate’s senior trainers, was breathing hard. Blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth where Lucian’s elbow had caught him. His eyes held a wariness that suggested he understood this wasn’t normal training anymore.

"Alpha," Pete said carefully, "I think we should...."

"Again," Lucian cut him off sharply.

Pete reset his stance, but it was half-hearted. His body language had shifted from aggressive to defensive, from engagement to survival mode. Lucian could see the moment the warrior decided to stop fighting and start dodging.

It didn’t matter.

Lucian came at him anyway, not interested in training, not interested in teaching or learning anything. Just interested in the physical exertion. The burn in his muscles. The way combat could, for brief moments, make him forget about the ache in his balls and the constant awareness of her room down the hallway.

He beat Pete systematically, not brutally, but with complete dominance. Every combination landed. Every movement was perfectly executed. Every strike showed years of training channeled into pure physical expression.

By the time Pete was on his back on the mat, breathing hard and defeated, Lucian was barely winded.

"Send in the next one," Lucian commanded.

Pete struggled to his feet, blood dripping from his mouth now, bruises already forming on his face and ribs.

"Alpha, perhaps we should take a break...." Pete tried again.

"Send. In. The next one," Lucian repeated, his golden eyes blazing with an intensity that made the older warrior take a step back.

Pete limped off the mat toward where the other warriors were standing in a loose group, watching their Alpha with a mixture of concern and fear. He said something to them....Lucian could hear the murmur of voices but not the words.