Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

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.

slowly, eyes sweeping the scene like he owned it. His gaze lingered on the twins. "Ah," he said. "I see they’re getting used

I didn’t reply.

at that. The boy is smiling. That’s rare." Then he raised a

I said without

it once.

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

out like a whip. "Caspian is more

but something in

to raise your voice at me again. Never to say no to

closer, and

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

My body stiffened.

if I wanted to

own me," I said,

He smirked. "Don’t I?"

the tension. Heather pulled herself tighter into

was when

No. No more fear.

around both

twist. These babies are mine. Not yours. And if you ever touch me

his."...I will show you what

see that..." he said his hands

eyes, trying to suppress the heat crawling up my spine from his touch. His fingers trailed from behind my ear, brushing gently down to the curve of my neck. Every cell in my body screamed to

eerie calm. "Hunted down a deer.

"And I’m

need food in

and Heather—my

being a good guardian," I spat, venom in

a joke. "Will you cry over a deer now?

turned away and began rocking Heather back to sleep, my arms swaying in rhythm while Christian curled into my side. Once they were both

"I’ll need a knife."