Chapter 201 201|Happy ending.

Chapter 201 201|Happy ending.

Lilith pov

Happy ending.

That was something I had never thought I would have. A happy ending after everything that I had been through. An ending where I would be happy in a world that was never kind to people like me.

I was wolfless, orphaned, and weak.

A woman like me who had once sold her body to three terrifying men who killed without hesitation. Three terrifying men who had my heart pounding the first time I entered that room. They looked exactly alike yet they couldn't have been more different but that was six years ago.

Now...

I stretched lazily beneath the blankets, a smile tugging at my lips as the curtains stood open, allowing warm sunlight to spill across my face and the large bedroom. My hair was a complete mess, falling over my eyes and shoulders and for once...

I felt content, happy, at peace.

"Have your morning tea, Luna."

Theila's gentle voice drifted through the room. Turning my head, I found her standing beside the bed with a tray in her hands, a knowing smile on her face.

I smiled back.

"Thank you."

Taking the cup from her, I brought it toward my nose. The relaxing scent drifted upward and my eyes fluttered shut.

A soft hum escaped my lips.

This was nice.

Really nice.

Peaceful.

It was so peaceful—

BOOM!

Before I could complete that thought, something exploded somewhere inside the packhouse. The entire room shook, the bed rattled beneath me. Dust practically fell from the ceiling yet I didn't even open my eyes.

Neither did Theila react. At this point, both of us were immune.

Still holding my tea, I smiled serenely.

"Peaceful," I murmured. "Everything is so peaceful—"

"Ah! Are you stupid?! You got flour everywhere! You're not supposed to pour it that fast!"

A childish voice echoed from downstairs, followed immediately by another voice, but this time, deeper.

"Jeez, Jason Junior! You're not supposed to call your brother stupid. Apologize right now and don't be mean."

Claude's voice. It was loud, exasperated, trying and failing to sound strict.

My smile twitched but I ignored it.

"It is so peaceful," I repeated. "Everything is so pea—"

"Wahhh! He called me stupid! I won't accept his apology! I'm going to report to Mom!"

Another child cried dramatically.

"Caleb Junior, you can't report to your mom. She's sleeping. You need to be mature and accept the apology, okay? Now everyone, let's clean this up before your mom sees this mess and kills us."

Silas. It was calm, collected and carrying a very noticeable amount of fear when mentioning me.

The corner of my eye twitched again as another child's voice sounded.

Cold. Direct. Matter-of-fact.

"Jason was mean but he was right. Caleb is indeed stupid and daddy Silas, daddy Claude, and daddy Lucien are just terrified of Mommy finding out we messed up her kitchen"

A beat of silence.

Then—

"Wow." Lucien sounded impressed. "You're very direct, Sebastian Junior but your second father is right. Let's clean this up before your mom sees it."

The smile on my face finally cracked. My fingers tightened around the teacup. I wasn't even trying to pretend anymore.

"Wahhh!" Caleb's voice exploded through the house. "Mummy! Jason and Sebastian called me stupid!"

A stampede followed, footsteps thundered up the stairs fast.

Very fast.

"No, we didn't!"

"Mother!"

"Caleb, stop lying!"

Jason and Sebastian shouted behind him. Downstairs, I heard three grown men panic.

"Oh, for fuck's sake." It was Claude. "How are they so damn fast?!"

The next second—

SLAM!

The bedroom door flew open.

"Mummy!"

"Mummy!"

"Mummy!"

Three small disasters rushed into the room at full speed. Theila immediately stepped aside like a wise woman preserving her life.

The boys launched themselves toward the bed. Ready to jump, ready to tackle me, ready to commit the greatest mistake of their young lives.

At the doorway, Lucien, Silas, and Claude appeared. The three Alphas looked genuinely horrified.

"NO!"

All three shouted at the same time as if that would somehow stop them.

It didn't.

The children were already airborne and then, my eyes slowly opened and the room went silent, cold eyes fixed themselves on the three boys mid-jump. The atmosphere changed instantly.

Jason froze.

Sebastian froze.

Even Caleb forgot he was crying.

The three boys hung there awkwardly for a second before slowly lowering themselves back onto the floor. Like guilty criminals caught red-handed.

No one spoke.

No one moved either.

I stared at them, and they stared back at me. The three six-year-old boys looked like miniature versions of the three men standing behind them.

Caleb looked exactly like Claude, with long blond hair falling around his pretty face and bright eyes that somehow always managed to look innocent, even when he was clearly guilty.

Jason looked like Silas, with brown hair, sharp features, and small glasses perched on his nose that made him appear far more responsible than he actually was.

And Sebastian... Sebastian was Lucien reborn. Dark hair, cold eyes. A permanently unimpressed expression that somehow existed even on a six-year-old child.

All three boys were drenched in flour from head to toe. There was flour in their hair, flour on their faces, flour on their clothes, and somehow even hanging off their eyelashes.

Jason suddenly coughed, and a small white cloud exploded from his mouth before he calmly reached up and wiped flour off his glasses. I didn't react. Instead, my gaze slowly shifted toward the three men standing behind them.

Almost immediately, Claude looked away.

Silas coughed awkwardly.

Lucien rubbed the bridge of his nose.

The annoying part was that none of them looked any better. The three most feared Alphas in the world were covered in flour, completely covered. White streaks stained their clothes, their hair, and even their faces. To make matters worse, all three were still wearing pink bright aprons.

I stared while they avoided eye contact.

Then, very quietly, Caleb pointed toward his brothers as he mumbled out.

"...mom, they called me stupid."

Silence.

Behind him, Lucien lowered his head. Claude covered his face. Silas sighed like a man who had already accepted death and I... I took a slow sip of my tea while staring at my children. The corners of my lips curved upward into a smile, a smile that was both calm and terrifying.

"I see."

As if on cue, three little bodies immediately straightened. Their backs became straight, their chests puffing out proudly as though they were standing in military formation.

"Let's start from the beginning, hm”

The room somehow became colder.

"Who made the explosion?"

The three boys swallowed hard. I simply continued looking at them. For a moment, nobody answered. Then they slowly turned to look at one another. A silent conversation passed between them. An agreement.

A decision.

And without a shred of hesitation or loyalty, all three boys simultaneously pointed toward their fathers, who had already started to quietly turn around to sneak away.

"THEM, MUMMY!"

Three voices rang out at exactly the same time.

All three men paused, then they slowly turned around. The looks on their faces were priceless.

"You what?" Claude scoffed.

The boys didn't even glance at them. Instead, they immediately turned back toward me. Three identical angelic smiles appeared, three innocent expressions.

Three little liars.

"It was them, Mummy."

"They caused the explosion."

"You should punish them instead."

The boys batted their eyelashes.

Theila covered her mouth with her hand, her shoulders shaking suspiciously as if she was trying not to laugh. Claude pointed at them.

"You—"

He looked genuinely offended.

"You little brats."

Silas shook his head. "Not a single ounce of loyalty."

"Tell me about it," Lucien muttered, narrowing his eyes. "Let's increase their training."

The reaction was immediate. The boys whipped around so fast their heads nearly snapped off.

"What?!"

Jason looked horrified.

"That's not fair!"

"We're only six years old! And you're already making us train with knives!"

"What if we cut our fingers?!" Caleb cried.

Sebastian nodded seriously. "Caleb is dumb enough to cut his fingers. You should be more careful with your children."

Caleb nodded automatically, then paused, then slowly turned.

"...Hey."

Claude snorted, rolling his eyes, he walked over and knocked Sebastian lightly on the head.

"We started playing with daggers when we were four years old," Claude said. "Also, stop calling your brother names."

Then a very evil smile appeared on his face, one that instantly made all three boys nervous. Claude glanced toward his brothers.

"What do you think about making them run laps around the entire packhouse during their next training session?"

The boys immediately went pale.

Silas and Lucien exchanged a glance before sharing the exact same smile, the kind of smile that always meant trouble.

The boys looked horrified.

They immediately shook their heads and turned toward me.

"Mummy!"

"Mummy!"

"Mummy!"

All three launched themselves onto the bed.

The moment they did, the three grown men exchanged looks. Then, as if they shared the same brain cell, they followed.

The boys barely had time to react before three massive Alphas crowded onto the bed as well, much faster than them.

"Wife."

"Wife."

"Wife."

The children looked disgusted. Sebastian actually shuddered at seeing them rush to hug me with a bright endearing smile.

"They have no shame at all."

Caleb nodded immediately. "And they say they were really scary back then."

Jason sighed dramatically. "I hope I don't grow up like them."

The other two nodded in agreement and the three Alphas looked personally offended.

Their voices slowly faded into the background as I watched them argue, complain and whine and for a moment, I couldn't help but reach up and rubbed the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes and thinking.

Okay.

Maybe my life wasn't peaceful. How could it be? Not when I had three clingy Alphas for husbands and three equally clingy triplets for sons yet as they surrounded me, hugging me from every direction, my lips twitched and despite myself...

I smiled.

Because there had once been a time when I thought I had lost all of this. Lost them. The moment I disappeared. The moment I almost never came back.

I had truly vanished. All of me except a tiny trail of golden light. A single fragment of consciousness that had somehow remained.

For an entire year, I watched the world from the sky through that golden trail. I watched these men search for me, wait for me, and break apart without me. I watched them cry without understanding why they still felt me. Watched them become lonely, become hollow, become shadows of the men they once were and I wept with them.

Back then, I thought the Goddess was cruel. Cruel for allowing a strand of my consciousness to remain and witness such pain but in the end, it hadn't been the Goddess.

No.

It had been Drevana.

My wolf.

The moment I disappeared, Drevana had returned to the Goddess's side as a golden wolf, to the place where she had always belonged and with everything she had left, she protected that tiny fragment of me. That tiny spark of consciousness. Refusing to let it disappear. Refusing to let me truly die.

The Goddess had given me a second chance, not because fate changed, but because fate had already recorded my death. My sacrifice. My ending.

That part had happened exactly as it was supposed to. I couldn't rewrite fate, just like the Goddess had said but Drevana and the Goddess had found a loophole.

Fate recognized Lilith as dead but it did not recognize the woman I returned as.

The woman who came back was still me yet not the same me and because of that, I was able to return. To come back to the men before me. To build a life with them. To have three sons th

at I loved more than life itself.

My life wasn't peaceful. Not even close.

But it was content.

And for the first time in my life...

I was happy.

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