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.

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

what she’s

CRASH!

jolted through the hallway like a gunshot.

"No..."

back to the chamber. When she reached the

down for days

stretched forward, twisting her wrist with an annoyed

is hard," she muttered, flicking the remaining iron cuff off her hand like it was a

Lilith froze.

looked up, her eyes

dim, molten

glowing fully yet, but

forward slowly.

didn’t flinch. Her tone

I’m not gonna

"Not unless you

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

She braced herself.

every word weighted like iron.

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

she knew what was

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

was

mocking lullaby

jutted from her lips. Her stance shifted into defense.

eyes gleamed. "Don’t worry, Mom.

stepped forward, dragging her fingertips across the broken chain links still scattered

"But still...

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