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

stepped a man—no taller than 5’1", round and heavyset with a thick beard and

eyes lit

grin full of yellow-stained teeth. I

of man is this?"

polite smile. "Let’s just say...

then turned his eyes to me. "And

and said something in French—probably

stepped in smoothly. "This is my wife. And my

blinked, giving Cyrius a look that

didn’t flinch.

screamed ick, but I kept it together. If Cyrius had given me that name,

the two men sat me

that’s when the

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

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

A little too curated.

Cyrius returned, standing tall

be staying here

He ignored my expression

it—an old alliance that

head snapped up.

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

be holding any official rank here, of course. I have my own pack

loose strand of hair behind my ear with

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

echoing off the marble walls. "You want to do this in public? Let me tell everyone you’re an

as if reading from a script. "Shut

retort, furious. "I’m 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

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

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 me

stepped closer, a silk-smile curling across his lips. "So from

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