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

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 stench

Cyrius, his eyes lit up. "Oh mon Dieu! Cyrius, you’re

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

man is this?" I

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

his eyes to me. "And

said something in French—probably "darling" or

is my wife.

I blinked, giving Cyrius a

flinch.

smile as he kissed my hand. My whole body screamed ick, but I kept

sat me down before disappearing into a side room to

course, that’s when

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

the grandeur. The whole building looked like it had stood for over a hundred years. Maybe longer. Decades upon decades of

A little too curated.

Cyrius returned, standing tall in

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

eyes. He ignored my expression

ball tonight. The Pax of Paris is hosting it—an old alliance that governs this territory.

snapped up.

the highest houses of the Pax. Why

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

brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear with far too much

get ready," he said smoothly. " bring

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

my voice echoing off the marble walls. "You want to do this in

calmly, as if reading from a script. "Shut

bit 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

softened—just a fraction. "You and the babies aren’t safe there," he said. "Here,

have to play along—make him drop his guard. There was no way he’d let me go, not after everything

"So

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