Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 71: Turn it on...

*~ Author’s POV~*

Hazel sat still for a long moment. Her wrists throbbed against the iron cuffs, skin red and raw from struggling. The silence between her and Lilith hung thick—dense like a fog that refused to lift.

Then suddenly... she laughed.

Not softly. Not bitterly.

She chuckled—a loud, eerie, hollow sound that echoed off the stone walls of the chamber. It was jarring, out of place. It didn’t belong to the Hazel who used to tremble under pressure. This was something... colder.

"So," she said through the lingering laugh, "you wiped my father’s love for me. Just... erased it like a bad Chapter in a book."

Lilith flinched, stepping back a little.

Hazel tilted her head. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. "You made him forget me. And for what? For safety? For some prophecy you won’t even explain?" Her voice dropped, low and sharp. "Was it worth it?"

Lilith opened her mouth. "Hazel, I—"

"Don’t." Hazel cut her off, voice like steel. "Don’t say you did it out of love."

Lilith stepped forward, desperate. "I had no choice. You were born during a Crescent eclipse. The Pack would’ve killed you if they knew. And Marcus—he would’ve died protecting you. I was trying to save both of you."

"But you didn’t save me," Hazel snapped. "You made me nothing. You buried me alive in a human shell. You let me believe I was worthless for years."

Lilith’s breath hitched. "I thought if you were safe, it wouldn’t matter."

"Well, it mattered."

Hazel’s voice dropped into a chilling calm, eyes glassy but dead. "You should’ve just left me with him. At least he would’ve loved me before they destroyed us."

That did it.

Lilith’s face crumpled like paper. Tears pooled in her eyes, and without a word, she turned and fled from the room, her footsteps echoing down the hall. She collapsed in the corner of the corridor, burying her face in her hands.

not herself, Lilith whispered to herself. This isn’t her. Her soul

calm down. She doesn’t know what she’s saying. It’s the seal. It’s the trauma.

CRASH!

sound jolted through the hallway like a gunshot.

"No..."

the chamber. When she reached

but the metal cuffs that had chained her down for days were shattered

one arm stretched forward, twisting her wrist with an

This chain is hard," she muttered, flicking the remaining iron cuff off

Lilith froze.

looked up, her eyes

a dim, molten

yet,

forward slowly.

Hazel didn’t flinch. Her tone

Mom. I’m

smiled again, that same empty smile. "Not

now, back straight, eyes locked on her daughter like she was staring down a

She braced herself.

she said slowly, every word weighted like

ached from the years, the lies, the secrets—but her wolf stirred beneath her

knew what

her head with a crooked smile. "Oh?

voice was sweet—too

mocking lullaby soaked

and her canines sharpened until they jutted from her lips. Her stance

eyes gleamed. "Don’t worry, Mom. I

forward, dragging her fingertips across the broken chain

be mad disrespectful," she said, grinning now. "But still... you’re in my way. And

breath caught. There was something different in Hazel’s voice—too composed. Too