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.

front of an enormous double door. It creaked open, and out stepped a man—no taller than 5’1", round and heavyset with a thick

on Cyrius, his eyes lit up. "Oh

grin full of yellow-stained teeth. I instinctively turned my

kind of man is this?" I

smile. "Let’s just

heartily, then turned his eyes to me. "And who is this beautiful

something in French—probably "darling" or "enchantée" or whatever Parisian nonsense he was

my wife. And my children. Her name

I blinked, giving Cyrius a look that screamed

flinch. "Yes.

as he kissed my hand. My whole body screamed ick, but I kept it together. If Cyrius had given me that name, there was a reason—and

sat me down before

course, that’s when the twins

adjusted my dress and began to breastfeed them, all while keeping my eyes sharp,

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

A little too curated.

returned, standing

he said, "you’ll be staying here

my eyes. He ignored my expression and

Paris is hosting it—an old alliance

head snapped

to one of the highest houses of the Pax. Why do you

"I won’t be holding any official rank here, of course. I have my own pack to build.

of hair behind my ear with far too much

said smoothly.

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

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

as if reading

your own damn sake! You think you’re happy back in New Orleans—problems this, problems that.

aren’t safe there," he said. "Here, I can make a better life for you

wanted 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

curling across his lips. "So from now on, you are mine and I’m

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