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.

like he owned it. His gaze lingered on the twins. "Ah,"

I didn’t reply.

ghosting on Christian’s lips. "And look at that. The boy is smiling. That’s rare." Then he raised

I said without

slowly, repeating it once. "Christian.

up sharply, glaring now. "I hope," Cyrius continued, "you’re not hoping he turns

My voice lashed out like a whip. "Caspian is more of a man than you will ever

smile didn’t fade, but something

"I can compel you never to raise your voice at me again. Never

closer, and I

across my collarbone. The heat between us surged—burning, wild. I didn’t know if

My body stiffened.

wanted to strike

own me," I said, voice trembling,

He smirked. "Don’t I?"

the tension. Heather pulled herself tighter

that was

No. No more fear.

my arms around

magic you twist. These babies are mine. Not yours.

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

he said his

brushing gently down to the curve of my neck. Every

down a deer. Perhaps you

I snapped. "And I’m not doing a

You need

did, and Heather—my precious girl—let out a

much for being a good guardian,"

you cry over

to sleep, my arms swaying in rhythm while Christian curled into my side.

"I’ll need a knife."