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.

owned

I didn’t reply.

the smile still ghosting on Christian’s lips. "And look at that. The

I said without

it once. "Christian.

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

voice lashed out like a whip. "Caspian is more

smile didn’t fade, but something in his

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

closer, and I didn’t

neck, 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.

sure if I wanted

I said,

He smirked. "Don’t I?"

whimpered beside me, sensing the tension. Heather pulled herself tighter

that was when something

No. No more fear.

arms around both babies and

care what magic you twist. These babies are mine. Not

locked on his."...I will show

to see that..." he

touch. His fingers trailed from behind my ear, brushing gently down to the curve of my neck. Every cell in my

dinner," he said with an eerie calm. "Hunted down a deer. Perhaps you can cook it for us, darling

wife," I snapped. "And

"Then fine. Starve your babies to death. You need food in your body to feed them.

did, and Heather—my precious girl—let out a frightened cry. I covered her eyes instantly,

for being a good guardian,"

a joke. "Will you cry over a deer now? Or shall we all

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

"I’ll need a knife."