Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 336

Chapter 336: That Kind Of magic requires sacrifice

Thalia had been in the western tower when the first explosions rocked the main house.

She ran toward the chaos instead of away from it.

She found her mother in the central courtyard surrounded by bodies....hunters she had killed defending their home. Elowen’s hands were still crackling with power, her face streaked with blood and ash, her eyes wild with fury and grief.

"Run!" Elowen screamed when she saw Thalia. "Take your sisters and run! Get to the safe house!"

"I’m not leaving you...."

"GO!"

But before Thalia could move, before she could argue, before she could do anything, the hunters were there.

Twenty of them. Thirty. Too many to count.

They surrounded Elowen with blessed silver and iron chains. With weapons that burned through magic like acid. With the absolute conviction that they were doing the Moon Goddess’s work.

Thalia watched her mother fight.

Watched her kill a dozen hunters even as they drove blessed daggers into her body.

Watched her fall to her knees as the chains wrapped around her throat.

Watched her die.

And Thalia ran.

Not to save her sisters. Not to find safety. But to survive.

She fled to the underground chamber beneath the estate, the place where the oldest Morvaine grimoires were kept, where the darkest secrets lived, where magic that was never meant to be touched waited for someone desperate enough to use it.

The hunters never found her.

They burned the estate to the ground with her family inside it and declared the Morvaine coven destroyed.

And Thalia sat in the darkness beneath the ruins and made a choice.

She could die with her principles intact like her mother.

Or she could live and make sure no one ever had the power to hurt her again.

She chose life.

And she paid for it in blood.

***

Thalia opened her eyes and looked down at her scarred hands.

The burns from Lilith were just the latest in a long line of prices she had paid for power.

The rest of her body was covered in scars from the dark rituals she had performed over the past fifteen years. Scars from demon bargains and blood sacrifices, blood covenants and magic that should have killed her but did not because she was too stubborn to die.

She had made deals with entities that existed in the spaces between worlds. Had traded pieces of her humanity for knowledge and power. Had corrupted her Morvaine gift deliberately, twisting it into something her mother would have been horrified by.

And it had been worth it.

Every. Single. Sacrifice.

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