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? And why the hell did you

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

their names, touching their soft faces. My baby girl smiled, flashing the toothless mouth. My baby boy was still asleep, peaceful like nothing

Their little hearts

were begging me not to disappear again. My

Tighter. My arms trembling from the weight of emotion

my back to Cyrius. My hands were

gently, and brought out my breasts. I guided

stopped crying. Eyes closed. Sucking softly. Safe. At

with them lit up again.

dead. My

still

in me, I made a silent promise to them: I will watch you grow. I will protect you. I will

given them names, you

the entrance of the hut, arms folded like he

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

respond. Just watched. Studied me. Like he was trying to read

through my head. None of this made sense. My babies were alive. He was alive.

overwhelming reality of it all. I looked down at them, their little

Still watching me. Still soaking it all in like it

the door, toward whatever freedom I could

said sharply. My voice wasn’t