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... was that

the bed, but the room tilted. The alcohol still danced through my veins, making my

myself against the bedpost. "Brace

I felt this dizzy and breathless was when I first realized I was

My babies.

they downstairs already? Were they throwing a party? Was

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

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

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

a party. Not

to something wrong. Growls echoed off the walls, low and vicious

entire room looked like

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 Mrs. Anna—my in-laws—who sat cradling two small bundles in her arms,

My heart skipped.

My babies.

Anna was holding

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

I saw

motionless, stretched out

I whispered, my voice

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

forward, my eyes still darting between faces, trying to understand the mood. No one was celebrating. No one was smiling. Not

on?" I said, my voice cracking. "Why is

at Cayden. "Cayden? Why are you looking at

one answered. Not

me. His face was pale, hollow, and his lips trembled when he opened

"They’re... no more."

My heart stopped. "What?"

"They’re no more, Hazel."

What kind of stupid riddle is that?" My voice climbed, shrill