Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 103: Welcome to Paris

*~ Hazel’s POV~*

After driving for what seems like days we finally reached our destination. I won’t lie...the city of Paris was very much alive. Vibrant. Buzzing with elegance.

As we drove through the streets, everything shimmered under the golden sunset. The people were flawlessly dressed, perfectly styled, like they’d stepped out of a Vogue spread. Flowers bloomed on balconies, soft music played from open cafés, and every corner of the city felt touched by magic. Even the stone pavements had character, like they held secrets of centuries past.

"Do you have any idea where we’re going?" I asked, turning to Cyrius.

He didn’t answer. He just pulled the car to a smooth stop in front of a massive, breathtaking building.

"Just follow me," he said.

I rolled my eyes as he stepped out, rounding to open my door like a perfect gentleman—as if he hadn’t just kidnapped me and forced me halfway across Europe. Still, I allowed it, stepping out carefully, clutching my babies to my chest.

We approached the entrance, and a guard stepped forward to block us.

"I’m looking for Mr. Alexander," Cyrius said coolly. "Pont Alexander III."

The guard raised a brow. "Name?"

"Tell him I’m Cyrius Salvatore."

That got the reaction he was looking for.

The guard nodded and disappeared. A few minutes later, he returned and silently pushed the grand doors open for us.

And oh my stars.

My jaw dropped.

The foyer alone looked like it belonged in a royal castle. Fresh roses filled every vase. Massive oil portraits lined the walls. Velvet and marble and gold—everywhere. It was like stepping into one of those historical romance novels I used to devour as a teenager.

We climbed stairs that seemed to stretch forever. I was already panting when Cyrius turned and smirked at me.

"Do you want me to carry you?" he asked. "You and the twins? I don’t mind."

glared at

and heavyset with a thick beard and an unmistakable air of wealth. The scent of expensive

he laid eyes on Cyrius, his eyes lit

of yellow-stained

man is this?" I

a polite smile. "Let’s just

heartily, then turned his eyes to

and said something in French—probably "darling" or

in smoothly. "This is my wife. And my children. Her name is

a

flinch.

a tight smile as he kissed my hand. My whole body screamed ick, but I kept it together. If Cyrius had

me down before disappearing into a side room to

that’s when the twins

my dress and began to breastfeed them, all while keeping my eyes sharp, alert. This place was beautiful, yes—but I didn’t trust a single

it had stood for over a hundred years. Maybe longer. Decades

A little too curated.

standing tall

he said, "you’ll be staying here

narrowed my eyes. He ignored my expression

hosting it—an old alliance that governs this territory. We’re now going to

snapped

the highest houses of the Pax. Why do

official rank here, of course. I have

brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear with far too

he said smoothly. "

glared at him, outraged. What on earth was he thinking? First, he’d dragged me halfway across the world to Paris—far, far from New Orleans. Then he’d changed my name. Then he’d declared I was his wife and my babies were his heirs. And now he was whisking me off to... Ebola?

keeping the babies here?" I hissed, my voice echoing off the marble walls. "You want to do this in public? Let

turned calmly, as if reading from a script.

furious. "I’m doing this for your own damn sake! You think you’re happy back in New Orleans—problems this, problems that. Do you really believe Cayden and Caspian can protect our children better

said. "Here, I can make a better life for you all. Don’t

my lips together, struggling to understand. If I wanted any hope of ever escaping, I’d have to play along—make him drop his guard.

curling across his lips. "So from now on, you