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.

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

She 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 gunshot. Lilith’s head snapped

"No..."

her feet and sprinted back to the chamber. When

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

stood with one arm stretched forward, twisting her wrist with an annoyed

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

Lilith froze.

looked up, her eyes

dim, molten

fully yet, but pulsing. Brewing.

stepped forward slowly.

Her tone was

I’m not gonna hurt

smile. "Not unless

stood tall now, back straight, eyes locked on her daughter

She braced herself.

every word

It was resolve. Her bones ached from the years, the lies, the secrets—but her wolf stirred beneath her skin,

she knew what

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

voice was

mocking lullaby

and her canines sharpened until they jutted from her lips.

eyes gleamed. "Don’t worry,

her fingertips across the broken

grinning now. "But still... you’re in my way. And I

different in Hazel’s voice—too