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

I asked. "What do you mean ’summoned’?

into desperation. But my eyes..my soul—kept going back to

rushed forward, heart pounding as I scooped them into my arms, whispering their names, touching their soft faces. My baby girl smiled, flashing the toothless mouth. My baby boy

warm. Their little hearts

louder, clinging to my dress like they remembered me, like they were begging me not to disappear again. My

of emotion more than the weight of their bodies. They

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

it down gently, and brought out my breasts. I

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

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

not dead. My babies

still

held them to my chest, nursing them with all that I had left in me, I made a silent promise to them: I will watch you grow. I

given them

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

boy... I thought about naming him Sebastian. But I haven’t

Like he was trying to read the pieces of me I hadn’t even

to 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 alive. I didn’t even know where I was,

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,

turn again. Still watching me. Still soaking it

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

sharply. My voice