Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 96

Chapter 96: Wolf

*~Hazel’s POV~*

I am a Crescent. And yet... I can’t even walk out of this damned room.

I’ve tried. Again and again. My body gets as far as the door, my foot raised to step beyond the threshold and then I stopped. Like my soul tugs backward, screaming that leaving would be... wrong. Like I’d be breaking some law I never agreed to.

I don’t know where he is. I don’t know how far Cyrius has gone with his twisted compulsionns. But I know he’s the one keeping me in here.

I gave up. Dropping onto the soft, strange bed with a heavy breath, I let the babies settle beside me. Their tiny bodies pressed into my sides like warm, breathing reminders that I wasn’t alone.

The little girl...my daughter—began playing with my hair, coiling it around her small, chubby fingers. I watched her with quiet awe.

"Heather," I whispered, saying it again just to taste it on my tongue.

It didn’t sound bad anymore. It sounded... right. Whole...It fit her.

I nodded slowly. "Heather," I repeated, and she looked up at me like she knew what I said, like the name stitched itself into her spirit. She giggled softly, sweet and curious.

Then I looked at her brother. His dark lashes fluttered, his lips soft with sleep. He looked too much like Cayden. And gods help me, a little like Cyrius too. But his energy... there was something calmer, something gentler in him. Just like Caspian.

"Christian," I murmured, poking his cheek.

He turned his head and saints above smiled.

"That’s your name," I said, heart swelling. "Christian."

The boy blinked slowly like he accepted it. As if he’d been waiting for me to say it out loud.

Heather squealed again, grabbing my hand. Christian followed, his tiny fingers curling around mine. I looked down at our intertwined hands..my skin against theirs. My babies.

For a long moment, I just sat there. Breathing. Feeling. Living. Something I thought I’d never get to do again.

And then..,The door creaked open.

Cyrius.

the scene like he owned it. His gaze lingered on the twins. "Ah," he said. "I see

I didn’t reply.

at that. The boy

I said

repeating it once. "Christian.

looked up sharply, glaring now. "I hope," Cyrius continued,

voice lashed out like a whip. "Caspian

paused...His smile didn’t fade, but something in his eyes

low and dangerous. "I can compel you never to raise your voice at me again.

walked closer, and

trailing slowly across my collarbone. The heat between us surged—burning, wild. I didn’t know if it was hatred, anger, or something deeper, something older. But

My body stiffened.

I wanted

said, voice trembling, low,

He smirked. "Don’t I?"

me, sensing the tension.

that was when

No. No more fear.

arms around both babies

magic you twist. These babies

on his."...I will show you what a real

he said his hands

down to the curve of my neck. Every cell in my body screamed

with an eerie calm. "Hunted down a deer. Perhaps

snapped. "And I’m not doing a damn

Starve your babies to death. You need food in

stench of blood hit before the sight did, and Heather—my precious girl—let out a frightened cry.

a good guardian," I spat,

you cry over a deer now? Or shall we

arms swaying in rhythm while Christian curled into my

"I’ll need a knife."

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