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.

taller than 5’1", round and heavyset with a thick beard and an unmistakable air of wealth. The scent of expensive

his eyes

forward and hugged him tightly, revealing a crooked grin full of yellow-stained teeth. I instinctively turned

man is this?" I

just

heartily, then turned his eyes

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

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

blinked, giving Cyrius a look

flinch.

turned back to the man, forcing a tight smile as he kissed my hand. My whole body screamed ick, but I kept it together. If Cyrius had given me that name,

men sat me

course, that’s when the twins started

keeping my eyes sharp, alert. This place was beautiful, yes—but I

over a hundred years. Maybe longer. Decades upon decades of wealth and history etched

A little too curated.

returned, standing tall

said, "you’ll be staying here for

eyes. He ignored my expression

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

head snapped

belongs to one of the highest houses of the

was smiling now, proud of his plan. "I won’t be holding any official rank here, of course. I have my own pack to

of hair behind my ear

said smoothly.

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

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

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

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

have to play along—make him

silk-smile curling across his lips. "So from now

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