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.

stopped..Something was wrong. Was that...

still danced through my veins, making my knees wobbly and

against the bedpost. "Brace yourself.

wasn’t okay. Not really. The last time I felt this dizzy and breathless was when I first realized

My babies.

Were they throwing a party? Was that what the noise was? No—something

away the unease. You’re going to see them, I reminded

hadn’t felt 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

still trying to convince myself the noise I heard was just excitement—maybe

a

off the walls, low and vicious like wolves mid-battle. When I reached the bottom of the staircase, I

looked like a

was hunched beside him, his face turned away like he couldn’t

My heart skipped.

My babies.

was

tremble like that? Why were her lips quivering like she was praying? Why was everyone

then... I

motionless, stretched out across the floor. Blue-tinged.

whispered,

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

the mood. No one was celebrating. No one

said, my voice cracking. "Why

looked straight at Cayden. "Cayden? Why are

one answered. Not right

was pale,

"They’re... no more."

My heart stopped. "What?"

"They’re no more, Hazel."

riddle is that?" My voice climbed, shrill and