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."

glared at him.

man—no taller than 5’1", round and heavyset with a thick beard and an unmistakable air of wealth. The scent

eyes on Cyrius, his eyes lit up. "Oh

grin full of yellow-stained teeth. I instinctively turned my baby’s head away, covering

man is

smile. "Let’s just say... I’ve

eyes to me. "And who is this beautiful

reached for my hand and said something in French—probably

in smoothly. "This is my wife. And

I blinked, giving Cyrius a look that

didn’t flinch. "Yes.

but I kept it together. If Cyrius had given me that name, there was a reason—and

sat me down before disappearing

course, that’s when the twins

sharp, alert. This place was beautiful, yes—but I didn’t trust

hundred years. Maybe longer. Decades upon decades of wealth and history etched into every inch. It was

A little too curated.

Cyrius returned, standing tall in the

"you’ll be staying

narrowed my eyes. He ignored my

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

head snapped

It belongs to one of the highest houses of the Pax.

his plan. "I won’t be holding any official rank here, of course.

brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear with

get ready," he said smoothly. " bring

to Paris—far, far from New Orleans. Then he’d changed my name. Then he’d declared I was his wife and my babies

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

if reading from a script.

back in New Orleans—problems this, problems that. Do you really believe Cayden and Caspian

there," he said. "Here, I can make a better life for you all.

any hope of ever escaping, I’d have to play along—make him drop his guard. There was no way he’d let me go, not after everything

lips. "So from now on,

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