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."

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

laid eyes on Cyrius, his eyes lit up. "Oh mon

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

man is this?" I

polite smile. "Let’s just say... I’ve

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

reached for my hand and said something in French—probably "darling" or

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

I blinked, giving Cyrius a look that screamed excuse

flinch.

whole body screamed ick, but I kept

the two men sat me

that’s when the twins started

my eyes sharp, alert. This place was

couldn’t deny 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 inch. It was almost too

A little too curated.

returned, standing tall

said, "you’ll be staying here for a

narrowed my eyes. He ignored

hosting it—an old alliance that governs this

head snapped up.

house? It belongs to one of the highest houses of the Pax. Why do you think it’s so

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

moved toward me, brushing a loose strand of hair

smoothly.

halfway across the world to Paris—far, far from New Orleans. Then he’d changed my name. Then

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

if reading from

retort, furious. "I’m doing this for your own damn sake! You think you’re happy back in

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

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 after everything he’d put

lips. "So from now on, you are mine and

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