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.

wrong.

the room tilted. The alcohol still danced

on, Hazel," I whispered, steadying myself against the

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

My babies.

already? Were they throwing a party? Was

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. You’re

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 childhood I never had—a home full of love

still trying to convince myself the noise I

a party. Not

something wrong. Growls echoed off the walls, low and vicious like wolves mid-battle. When I

looked like a

him, his face turned away like

My heart skipped.

My babies.

was

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

I saw

out across the floor.

I whispered, my voice

he tried to take the twins again and they killed him. Maybe

few cautious steps forward, my eyes still darting between faces, trying to understand the mood. No one

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

at Cayden. "Cayden? Why are you

one answered.

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

"They’re... no more."

My heart stopped. "What?"

"They’re no more, Hazel."

My voice climbed, shrill and disbelieving. "Is that Cyrius? Did he try to take them again?