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

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

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

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

They were warm. Their little hearts beat

me, like they were begging me not to disappear

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

to Cyrius. My hands were shaking, but my body... it knew. I

my gown with shaky fingers, pulled it down gently, and brought out my breasts.

that, they stopped crying. Eyes

had died with them lit up again. A piece of my

My babies are not

still sinking

left in me, I made a silent promise

given them

the entrance of the hut, arms folded like he

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

me. Like he was trying to read

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

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

again. Still watching me. Still soaking it

my arms. I started walking toward the door, toward whatever freedom I could find—only for him to move. He

go," I said sharply. My voice wasn’t loud, but it cut like a