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.

heart stopped..Something was wrong. Was

off the bed, but the room tilted. The alcohol still danced through my veins, making my knees wobbly and my vision just a little too

whispered, steadying myself against the bedpost. "Brace yourself. Breathe.

wasn’t okay. Not really. The last time I felt this dizzy and breathless was when I first realized I was pregnant. And now, the feeling was back—but paired with

My babies.

downstairs already? Were they throwing a party? Was that what

unease. You’re going to see them, I reminded myself. You’re going to hold them.

finally start healing. Maybe I could give them the kind of childhood I never had—a

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 finally back,

wasn’t a party. Not

Growls echoed off the walls,

room looked like a

away

My heart skipped.

My babies.

was holding

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

I

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

I whispered,

the twins again and they killed him. Maybe that’s why everyone

faces, trying to understand the mood. No

cracking. "Why is everyone so serious? My

looked straight at Cayden. "Cayden? Why are

one answered. Not

turned to 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."

is that?" My voice climbed, shrill and disbelieving.