Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 86: They did!

*~Hazel’s POV~*

The first thing I noticed was the ceiling. It wasn’t spinning anymore, but my head still throbbed like a drum being pounded from the inside.

My mouth was dry, my limbs heavy, and there was the faint taste of something sour on my tongue..alcohol. Strong, lingering alcohol.

"What the hell..." I mumbled, sitting up slowly.

I was in my bed. Tucked in neatly, even. How the hell had I gotten here? I didn’t remember walking myself upstairs. I must’ve passed out and forced someone..probably multiple someones to drag me here like a sack of potatoes. They probably had to bribe a few omegas just to carry me without dropping me down the stairs. Ugh.

I winced at the thought.

Then the memories started to flood in, like a slow-motion car crash I couldn’t stop watching. Cayden’s eyes, the warmth in his voice, the damn alcohol in my system making me too honest. I groaned and pressed both hands against my face, hiding from the shame crawling up my neck.

Oh god.

Did I actually tell Cayden I wanted my babies to look like him? Out loud? With words?

"I must’ve been out of my mind," I muttered, dragging a pillow over my face.

Sure, he has a very good feature but did I have to say it with passion? Right to his face?

What the hell was I thinking?

I tossed the pillow aside, suddenly aware of how still the house was. There were no footsteps, no chatter, no howling omegas prepping for a party. Just silence.

Where was Cayden, anyway?

And why was everything so... quiet?

Then came the crash.

A loud, jarring crash from downstairs—followed by a growl so raw, so guttural, it sent goosebumps down my arms.

was wrong. Was that...

The alcohol still danced through my veins, making my knees wobbly and my vision just a little too

on, Hazel," I whispered, steadying myself against the bedpost. "Brace yourself. Breathe. You’re

I felt this dizzy and breathless was when I first realized I was pregnant. And now, the feeling was back—but

My babies.

they throwing a party?

I took a deep breath, forcing a smile to chase away the unease. You’re going to see them, I reminded myself. You’re going to hold them.

this kind of anticipation in months. It filled my chest like light spilling into darkness. Maybe I could finally start healing. Maybe I could give them the kind of

pushed the door open and stepped into the hallway, still trying to convince myself the noise I heard was just excitement—maybe a party, maybe the twins were

that wasn’t a party. Not

grew heavier with every step I took, each footfall leading me closer to something wrong. Growls echoed off the walls,

entire room looked like a

stood in the center, chest rising and falling with rapid fury, his eyes glowing that deep, dangerous amber I’d only ever seen when he lost control. Caspian was hunched beside him, his face turned away like he couldn’t bear to look. Aurora clutched Leon tightly, tears streaming silently down her face. Sir Claus was kneeling beside

My heart skipped.

My babies.

was holding

her shoulders tremble like that? Why were her lips

I

body, pale and motionless, stretched out across the floor.

whispered, my voice

tried to take the twins again and they killed him. Maybe that’s why

to understand the mood. No one was

going on?" I said, my voice cracking. "Why is everyone so serious? My babies are here,

Cayden. "Cayden? Why are you looking at me like

one answered.

slowly turned to me. His face was pale, hollow, and

"They’re... no more."

My heart stopped. "What?"

"They’re no more, Hazel."

is that?" My voice climbed, shrill and disbelieving. "Is that Cyrius? Did he try