Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 103

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."

at him.

a man—no taller than 5’1", round and heavyset with a thick beard and an unmistakable

moment he laid eyes on Cyrius, his eyes lit up. "Oh

tightly, revealing a crooked grin full of yellow-stained teeth. I instinctively turned my baby’s head

of man is this?"

just say... I’ve

turned his eyes to me. "And

said something in French—probably "darling" or "enchantée" or

my wife. And my children. Her name

blinked, giving Cyrius a look that screamed excuse

flinch. "Yes.

turned back to the man, forcing a tight smile as he kissed my hand. My whole body screamed ick, but

and the two men sat me down before disappearing

course, that’s when the twins

while keeping my eyes sharp, alert. This place was beautiful, yes—but I didn’t trust a single soul in

the grandeur. The whole building looked like it had stood for over a hundred years. Maybe longer. Decades upon decades of wealth and history etched into every

A little too curated.

returned, standing tall in the

be staying

my eyes. He ignored

The Pax of Paris is hosting it—an old alliance that governs this territory. We’re

head snapped

houses of the Pax. Why do you think

now, proud of his plan. "I won’t be holding any official rank here, of course. I have my own pack to build. But they’ll support

brushing a loose strand of hair behind my

said smoothly.

Orleans. Then he’d changed my name. Then he’d declared I was his wife and my babies were his

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

calmly, as if reading from a script. "Shut

think you’re happy back in New Orleans—problems this, problems that. Do you really

fraction. "You and the babies aren’t safe there," he said. "Here, I can make a better life for you all. Don’t

I’d have to play along—make him drop his guard. There was no way he’d let me go, not

curling across his lips. "So from now on,

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