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.

she’s not herself, Lilith whispered to herself. This isn’t

doesn’t know what she’s saying. It’s the seal. It’s the trauma. She’s not really gone, she’s

CRASH!

sound jolted through the hallway like a

"No..."

her feet and sprinted back to the chamber. When she reached the doorway,

her down for days were shattered on the floor—snapped clean in half like they were

arm stretched forward, twisting her

muttered, flicking the remaining iron cuff off her hand like it was

Lilith froze.

looked up, her eyes

dim,

yet, but

forward slowly.

Her tone was

worry, Mom. I’m not gonna hurt

smiled again, that same empty smile. "Not unless you give

on her daughter like she

She braced herself.

mother," she said slowly, every word weighted like iron. "Don’t

from the years, the lies, the secrets—but

knew what was

with a crooked smile. "Oh? So you’re really about to

was

lullaby soaked in

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

eyes gleamed. "Don’t worry, Mom.

fingertips across the broken chain links

mad disrespectful," she said, grinning now. "But still...

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