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

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

eyes..my soul—kept going back to them...To the babies. They were

I scooped them into my arms, whispering their names, touching their soft faces. My baby girl smiled, flashing the

Their little

like they were begging me not to

weight of emotion more

corner and turned my back to Cyrius. My hands

down gently, and brought out

just like that, they stopped crying.

lit up again. A piece of my soul I thought was gone

My

still sinking

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

given them names,

at him over my shoulder. He stood leaning casually against the entrance of the hut, arms folded like he wasn’t the reason my entire

Heather," I said quietly. "And the boy... I thought about naming him Sebastian. But I haven’t really settled on

to read the pieces of me I hadn’t

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.

the babies finished feeding, they both drifted off in my arms—so soft, so quiet. My body still trembled from the overwhelming reality

Still soaking it all in like it

started walking toward the door, toward

said sharply. My voice wasn’t loud, but it cut