Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 57: A figure

*~Hazel’s POV~*

My baby is coming.

The child I got pregnant with barely two weeks ago... is on its way out of me like the universe is on fast-forward. I should be screaming for joy...or maybe not...but honestly? I’m terrified.

None of this makes sense. The timing. The pain. The urgency. The fear was crawling under my skin. What the hell is going on?

Aurora grabbed my hand, her palm cool but steady despite the tremor in her fingers. Her eyes met mine with a force that kept me grounded. "Don’t worry," she said, voice calm even though her face was pale. "I’ll handle it. But first—I need to seal this room. I need your blood."

"My... my blood?"

She didn’t wait for me to understand. A sharp prick bit into my finger and she caught the drop with a piece of cloth. "Only those connected by blood can pass through the barrier I’m about to cast Cayden, and by extension Caspian. That’ll keep everyone else out."

She moved to the front of the door and began muttering words I didn’t understand. Her voice wavered at first, then grew firm—commanding. I was sweating. Trembling. My whole body ached like it wasn’t mine anymore. My head throbbed. My vision blurred. I couldn’t breathe through the fear.

Why now?

Why is my child coming now? f.(r)eew ebnov\ll.com

Why did someone write a threat in the council room the same day I went into labor?

Why is it all happening so damn fast?

"Aurora," I whimpered. "Something’s wrong. This isn’t right. I’m scared. What if—what if someone tries to take the baby?"

"I won’t let them," she said firmly, running back to me. "But we have to deliver this child. Now."

"I don’t know how," I confessed, my voice shaking. "Neither do you."

"We’ll figure it out together." She gripped my hand tightly. "Hazel, I need you to push."

I tried. God, I tried. I pressed my legs into the sheets and curled my back, squeezing my eyes shut and pushing with every ounce of strength I had.

Nothing.

I whimpered again, curling in pain.

"I don’t know any spell to force a baby out," Aurora admitted. "But we don’t need magic. Just will. You can do this. Come on, Hazel—breathe. And try again."

"I can’t," I sobbed. "I can’t do this. My body’s too weak, Aurora. I’m going to lose the baby."

"You won’t. Look at me," she said. "Look. At. Me. You are stronger than this pain. You are not going to die, and neither is your child."

I stared at her. Her confidence. Her raw faith. And somehow, I believed her.

I nodded, gritted my teeth, clenched my fists—and pushed.

Still... nothing.

I nearly screamed in frustration. Aurora glanced at my body, her

I can’t do a spell to bring the baby, I can

no. You’re still recovering. You can barely

argue," she said. "This

sparks flew, then held them over

surging power spread through my chest, like fire and sunlight wrapped

"Push," she commanded.

time—I felt something shift. Aurora

bore down, digging my heels into the mattress, pushing with everything in me—my will, her energy, the pain, the fear. I pushed until blood ran

I was breaking.

I couldn’t

Aurora said weakly.

Her hands were shaking. But she stayed by me, holding me up,

cry filled

scooped the baby up, gently cleaning the child with a nearby cloth. The screaming made it

him in my

My baby.

A boy.

open at the sight of

first time in what felt like hours. "You’re here," I

smile was tired,

expression changed. She

locked

faded. Replaced with a shocked

"H-Hazel... oh my God."

"What?" I blinked.

hesitated. "There’s another

I froze. "What?"

nodded slowly. "It’s

my hand

Aurora was right.

There was another.

Twins.

steady than before, but still fierce, still determined. Her lips were cracked. Her voice trembled. "You’ve got

for a second, but the weight of the

Aurora, who tucked him gently into a soft cloth beside me. Then, with one

And pushed.

grinding against each other. Until the veins in

A girl.

little girl. My

out a soft, broken sob as she lifted the baby. Her hands were shaking too much. "She’s here," she whispered, wiping the child

gently placed the baby girl in my

shaking, laughing, overwhelmed. "I have twins," I whispered, like saying it out loud would make it

Two little miracles.