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 head was

"What do you mean ’summoned’? Who summoned you?

cracked at the end, rising into desperation. But my eyes..my soul—kept going back to them...To the babies. They were

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

Their little

began to cry louder, clinging to my dress like they remembered me, like they were begging me not to disappear again. My baby girl gripped the fabric

Tighter. My arms trembling from the weight of emotion

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

the back of my gown with shaky fingers, pulled it down gently, and brought out my breasts. I guided the

stopped crying. Eyes closed. Sucking

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

dead. My babies are not

was still sinking

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

given them

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

he was trying to

made sense. My babies

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

me. Still soaking it all in like it

door, toward whatever freedom I could

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