Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66: She’s Asking Questions

Nicholas was in his office when Agnes knocked on his door at midday.

The office was austere in a way that reflected its owner....dark wood paneling, leather furniture, a massive desk organized with military precision. The only personal touch was a landscape painting on one wall, a scene of mountains and a distant fortress that suggested someone who appreciated power and sovereignty.

"Enter," Nicholas commanded.

Agnes stepped inside and closed the door quietly behind her. She moved with the respect of someone who understood hierarchy and deference.

"Report," Nicholas said without preamble.

"She woke this morning," Agnes began. She stood with her hands folded in front of her, her posture impeccable. "Naturally. Without disturbance. She was coherent and aware. More present than in the previous days."

Nicholas leaned back in his chair and listened.

"She ate a full breakfast," Agnes continued. "Her appetite has returned. The dissociation is fading noticeably. Her body is healing well....the bruising is beginning to fade, her movement is less restricted, she reports less pain."

"And her mental state?" Nicholas asked.

"She’s asking questions," Agnes said. "She wants to know what happened. I told her the Alphas would explain when she was stronger. She accepted that, though she wasn’t pleased with the answer."

Nicholas felt Kael stir inside him at the mention of her asking questions. The wolf wanted to go to her immediately. Wanted to answer those questions with his body instead of his words. Wanted to claim her and bind her and make it so she could never question their ownership again.

Nicholas pushed the wolf down.

"She’s not ready for answers yet," he said flatly. "When she’s stronger, when she can have a clear conversation without her body interfering with her mind....we’ll explain. Until then, tell her to rest. Tell her to recover. Tell her nothing."

"Yes, Alpha," Agnes said. "Will there be anything else?"

"Continue monitoring her," Nicholas commanded. "Report any changes. And Agnes....make sure she has everything she needs. Food, comfort, anything that supports her recovery."

"Of course, Alpha."

Agnes bowed slightly and left the office, closing the door with barely a whisper of sound.

The moment he were alone, Nicholas felt the weight of the day pressing down on him.

He’d been awake since before dawn. Hadn’t slept properly in days, every time he closed his eyes, he saw her face. Saw her fear. Saw the moment he’d realized he’d broken something in her that might not be fixable.

His cock had been hard since sunrise.

It wasn’t going away.

He’d taken a cold shower before dawn, so cold it had felt like his skin might freeze. The shock of it had given him momentary relief, for maybe thirty seconds his body had functioned normally. And then the blood had rushed back, and his cock had hardened again, more painfully than before.

The need was building inside him like pressure behind a dam.

About the weight of her breasts in his hands. About the way her pussy had gripped him when he was inside her. About the sounds she’d made....sounds that were part pain, part pleasure, part something he didn’t have a name for.

His stroking became faster, more desperate.

Precome was leaking from him now, mixing with the moisture from his palm, making the friction easier and wetter. His breathing was becoming ragged. His muscles were tensing with the approach of release.

But even as he stroked, even as the pleasure built toward something that might be satisfying, he knew it wouldn’t be enough.

Cold showers hadn’t worked. His hand wouldn’t work. Nothing would work except being inside her.

The thought made him stroke harder.

Faster.

His cock was demanding release with an insistence that bordered on painful. His balls were tight, aching with the weight of days of unrelieved pressure. His body was screaming at him to go to her room. To break through that door. To take what was his and make it so she could never leave him.

Nicholas gritted his teeth against the wolf’s demands and continued stroking.

The pleasure was building toward something....not satisfaction, but momentary relief. A brief respite from the constant ache. He chased it with increasing desperation, his hand moving in a blur, his breathing harsh in the quiet office.

"Fuck," he breathed.