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

stepped a man—no taller than 5’1", round and

on Cyrius, his eyes lit up. "Oh mon

of yellow-stained teeth. I instinctively turned my

man

just

his eyes to me. "And who is this beautiful

something in French—probably "darling" or "enchantée" or whatever Parisian

"This is my wife. And my

blinked, giving Cyrius a look that

didn’t flinch. "Yes.

hand. My whole body screamed ick, but

inside, and the two men sat me

that’s when the twins started

while keeping my eyes sharp, alert. This place

stood for over a hundred years. Maybe longer. Decades upon decades of

A little too curated.

standing tall in the

be staying here for

narrowed my eyes. He ignored my expression

ball tonight. The Pax of Paris is hosting it—an old alliance that governs this territory. We’re now going to be

head snapped

one of the highest houses of the Pax. Why do you think it’s so lavish?" he

official rank here, of course. I have my own pack to build. But they’ll

loose strand of

ready," he said smoothly. " bring your

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

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

if reading from a script.

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 than

he said. "Here, I can make

any hope of ever escaping, I’d have to play along—make him drop his guard. There was no way he’d let me

"So from now on,

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