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

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

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

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

warm. Their little hearts beat against my chest.

then they both 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 tight, her wails stirring her brother awake

the weight of emotion

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

it down gently, and brought out my breasts. I guided the right one to my son’s mouth and the left to my

latched instantly and just like that, they stopped crying. Eyes closed. Sucking softly.

again. A piece of my soul I

not dead. My babies are not

still sinking

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

them names, you

leaning casually against the entrance of the hut, arms folded like he wasn’t the reason my entire life

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

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

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, and my

still trembled from the overwhelming reality

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

up slowly, my daughter still sleeping in my arms. I started walking toward the door, toward whatever

go," I said sharply. My voice