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

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

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

My baby girl smiled, flashing the

God..." They were warm. Their

to my dress like they remembered me, like they were begging me not to disappear again. My baby girl gripped the fabric tight, her

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

hands were shaking, but my body... it knew. I didn’t know how to breastfeed...but

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

instantly and just like that, they stopped crying.

lit up again. A piece of my soul I

dead. My babies

was still sinking

silent promise to them: I will watch you grow. I will protect you. I will give you the

them names,

the entrance of the hut, arms folded like he wasn’t the reason my entire life had just

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

trying to read the pieces of me I hadn’t

to ignore him—choosing not to feed into the confusion still storming through my head. None of this made sense. My babies

off in my arms—so soft, so quiet. My body still trembled from the overwhelming reality of it all. I looked down at

soaking it all

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

go," I said sharply. My voice