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.

ash.He stepped inside slowly, eyes sweeping the scene like he owned it. His gaze lingered on the twins. "Ah," he

I didn’t reply.

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

said

tasted the name slowly, repeating it

"I hope," Cyrius continued, "you’re not hoping he turns out

like a whip. "Caspian is more of a man than you will

fade, but something in

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

walked closer, and I didn’t

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

My body stiffened.

wanted to strike him... or

said, voice trembling, low,

He smirked. "Don’t I?"

me, sensing the tension. Heather pulled herself tighter into my

that was

No. No more fear.

around both babies and

you compel. I don’t care what magic you twist. These babies are mine. Not yours. And

locked on his."...I will show

see that..." he said his hands

behind my ear, brushing gently down to the curve

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

your wife," I snapped. "And

death. You need food in your body

he dragged the limp carcass inside. The stench of blood hit before the sight did, and Heather—my precious girl—let out a frightened cry. I covered her

good guardian," I spat,

cry over a deer now? Or shall

back to sleep, my arms swaying in rhythm while Christian curled into my side. Once they were both settled, I stood up

"I’ll need a knife."