Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 93: Family...

*~Hazel’s POV~*

It’s not every day you wake up to see your dead babies alive and crying.

And it’s definitely not every day you wake up to see your supposedly dead mate, the one who caused the death of those babies... standing right in front of you like nothing happened.

My entire body shivered as I instinctively backed away. I glanced around the room, confused, trembling. Where am I?

Where’s Cayden? Where’s Aurora?

Why would they bring me here? Why would they let him bring me here? Why would they let a dead body take me away?

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I turned my head again, almost afraid to look but there they were. The babies. My babies. Still Crying.

No.No, no, no.

This has to be a dream. Some sick, twisted nightmare. I pinched myself. Hard. Nails dug into skin. But I didn’t wake up.

This was real. And then my gaze shifted..past the babies, past the surreal warmth in my chest and landed straight on him.

Cyrius...Standing there like he hadn’t torn my world apart.. I narrowed my eyes, my fleece brushing past as I stepped forward. "Why did you kidnap me?" I snapped. "What are you doing here, alive?"

His expression was unreadable, calm in a way that only fueled my panic. No..this couldn’t be real. But everything about it was.

"We never died," he said, voice low and careful. "We were summoned. A part of us, anyway. You all just assumed we were dead."

My

’summoned’? Who summoned you? And why the hell did you bring me

my eyes..my

scooped them into my arms, whispering their names, touching their soft faces. My baby girl smiled, flashing the toothless mouth. My baby boy was still asleep, peaceful like nothing

God..." They were warm. Their little hearts

cry louder, clinging to my dress like they remembered me, like they were begging me

from the weight of emotion more than the weight of

quiet corner and turned my back to Cyrius. My hands were shaking, but my body... it knew. I didn’t know how

the back of my gown with shaky fingers, pulled it down gently, and brought out my breasts. I guided the right one to my son’s mouth and the left to

instantly and just like that, they stopped crying. Eyes closed. Sucking softly. Safe.

with them lit up again. A piece of my soul I

not dead. My

was still sinking

in me, I made a silent promise to them: I will

given them

entrance of the hut, arms folded like he wasn’t

"And the boy... I thought about naming him

didn’t respond. Just watched. Studied me. Like he was trying to read the pieces of me

ignore him—choosing not to feed into the confusion still storming through my head. None of this made sense. My babies were alive. He was

my arms—so soft, so quiet. My body still trembled from the overwhelming reality of it all. I looked down at them, their little chests rising and falling against mine, and I held them

turn again. Still watching me. Still soaking it

arms. I started walking toward the door, toward whatever freedom I could find—only for him to move.

said sharply. My voice wasn’t