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."

blinked. My

you mean ’summoned’? Who summoned you? And why the hell

into desperation. But my eyes..my

whispering their names, touching their soft faces. My baby girl

were warm. Their little hearts beat against my chest.

like they remembered me, like they were begging me not to disappear again. My

trembling from the weight of emotion more than the weight of their

corner and turned my back to Cyrius. My hands were

shaky fingers, pulled it down gently, and brought out my breasts. I guided the right

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

I thought had died with them lit up again. A piece of

My babies are

still

nursing them with all that I had left in me, I made a silent promise to them: I will watch you grow. I will protect you. I will give you the life I always swore

them names,

at him over my shoulder. He stood leaning casually against the entrance of the hut, arms folded like he

quietly. "And the boy... I thought about naming him Sebastian. But I

he was trying to read the pieces

confusion still storming through my head. None of this made sense. My babies were alive. He was alive. I didn’t even know where I was, and my heart was barely keeping

babies finished feeding, they both drifted off in 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

I noticed him turn again. Still watching me. Still soaking it all in like it wasn’t a miracle.

up slowly, my daughter still sleeping in my arms. I started walking toward the door, toward whatever freedom I could find—only for him to move.

me go," I said sharply. My voice wasn’t loud,