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 her. Her soul is still closed off.

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

CRASH!

the hallway like a gunshot. Lilith’s head

"No..."

sprinted back to the

chained her down for days were shattered on the floor—snapped clean in half like they were nothing more than brittle

with one arm stretched forward, twisting

is hard," she muttered, flicking the remaining iron cuff

Lilith froze.

up, her eyes flashing—not blue. Not

a dim, molten

fully yet,

forward

didn’t flinch. Her tone was

worry, Mom. I’m not

smile. "Not unless you give me

straight, eyes locked on her daughter like she was staring

She braced herself.

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

voice shook—but it wasn’t fear. It was resolve. Her bones ached from the years, the lies, the secrets—but her wolf stirred

she knew what was

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

was sweet—too

mocking lullaby soaked in

until they jutted from her

eyes gleamed. "Don’t worry, Mom. I won’t

her fingertips across the broken chain links

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

was something different