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

not dead?" I asked. "What do you mean ’summoned’?

rising into desperation. But my eyes..my

rushed forward, heart pounding as I scooped them into my arms, whispering their names, touching their soft faces. My baby girl smiled, flashing the toothless mouth. My baby boy

They were warm. Their little hearts beat against

they were begging me not to disappear again.

arms trembling from the weight of emotion more

a quiet 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 right one to my son’s mouth and the left to my

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

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

not dead. My babies

still

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

given them

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

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

was trying to read the pieces of me I hadn’t even figured out

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

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

Still watching me. Still soaking it all in like it

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

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