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

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

his eyes

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

of man

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

then turned his eyes to me.

in French—probably "darling"

stepped in smoothly. "This is my wife. And

I blinked, giving Cyrius a look that

flinch.

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, there was a

me down before disappearing into a side room to

when the twins started

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

had stood for over a hundred years. Maybe longer. Decades

A little too curated.

returned, standing tall

he said, "you’ll be staying here for

eyes. He ignored my expression

it—an old alliance that governs this territory. We’re now going

snapped up.

It belongs to one of the highest houses of

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

of hair behind my ear with far too

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

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

calmly, as if reading from a script.

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

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

play along—make him drop his guard. There was no way he’d let me go,

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

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