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.

we stopped in 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 beard and an unmistakable air of wealth. The scent of expensive cologne couldn’t hide the overpowering

moment he laid eyes on Cyrius, his eyes lit up.

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

man is this?" I

smile. "Let’s just say... I’ve been away. For

his eyes to me. "And who

hand and said something in French—probably "darling" or "enchantée"

wife. And my children.

blinked, giving Cyrius a look that

didn’t flinch.

but I kept it

men sat me down before disappearing into a side

course, that’s when the

keeping my eyes sharp, alert. This

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

A little too curated.

standing tall in the

he said, "you’ll be staying here for a

my eyes. He ignored my

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

snapped up.

one of the highest houses of

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

moved toward me, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear with far too much

he said smoothly.

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 were his heirs. And now he was whisking me off to... Ebola? I couldn’t believe

voice echoing off the marble

if reading from

back a 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

said. "Here, I

any hope of ever escaping, I’d have to play along—make him drop his guard. There was

closer, a silk-smile curling across his lips. "So from now on, you

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