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 head was

not dead?" I asked. "What do you mean ’summoned’? Who summoned you? And why the hell did

But my eyes..my

I 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 ever touched

my God..." They were warm. Their little hearts beat against

me, like they were begging me not to disappear again. My baby girl gripped the fabric tight, her wails stirring her brother awake in

held them closer. Tighter. My arms trembling from the weight of emotion more than the weight of

quiet corner and turned my back to Cyrius. My hands were shaking, but my

out my breasts. I guided the right

stopped crying. Eyes closed. Sucking softly.

again. A piece of

not dead. 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.

them

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

boy... I thought about naming him Sebastian. But I haven’t really settled on it

trying to read the pieces of me I

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

body still trembled from the overwhelming reality of it all. I looked down at them, their little chests

turn again. Still watching me. Still soaking it all in

I started walking toward the door, toward whatever freedom I could find—only for him

voice wasn’t loud, but it cut like a