Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100: Help her please!

**~ Hazel’s POV ~**

My heart—my entire soul—shivered when I heard the words slip from Cyrius’s mouth.

"You’ll climb that tree. You’ll stay there. You’ll watch them look for you. And you won’t say a word."

"No... no, please don’t do this," I whispered, my voice already cracking under the weight of disbelief. My fingers reached for his hand, desperate, trembling, pleading—but he snatched it away like I was some venomous thing. Like touching me would corrupt him.

"No," he hissed, and that single syllable split me open.

Then it happened. My body—it betrayed me. The compulsion surged beneath my skin, and I started to move without control, my legs guiding me toward the tree he pointed at. I turned back once—just once—and my eyes landed on Ada.

She was crying. Tiny, frail arms outstretched toward me, her baby fingers twitching in the air, reaching for a mother she could no longer touch.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to grab her. But my voice was already gone. I turned back to the tree, teeth clenched so tightly they ached.

I climbed.

Each branch bit into my palms. The bark tore into my skin. But I kept going, compelled, possessed, robbed of my will. I reached a high perch and crouched there like some cursed bird, trapped in my own skin, a silent observer to my own nightmare.

I turned back once more. I mouthed his name. Please. Just once more.

But Cyrius—he stood there, still and cold and unmoving, like a statue carved from cruelty. His eyes betrayed him for just a second, the faintest glint of pain... or was it satisfaction?

And then he turned away.

I watched him walk off, cradling the babies. I screamed..Or tried to.

Nothing. No voice. No sound. Not even a whimper. Just silence. That cursed, suffocating silence.

My hands dug into the branch so tightly I thought my nails might crack. God—please—if I could just break this damn compulsion.

The wind shifted and then... a whisper. "Shhh... I think she’s here."

Cayden. I can recognize that voice anywhere.

My heart leapt. My body jerked. I almost lost balance right then and there, slipping from the branch but my reflexes caught me. I held on.

No! Damn it! Even my instincts were under compulsion. Even the part of me that could fall and make a sound was locked down. My body refused to betray Cyrius.

I couldn’t even fake a fall if I wanted to.

Leaves rustled below. Footsteps.

And then Aurora emerged from the trees, her fiery hair catching the light like a flame. Her face was tear-streaked, raw. Hope and fear danced in her eyes as she looked around, scanning the clearing.

I watched them all move carefully, eyes tracking the faint smoke drifting from the hut’s chimney.

They were so close. I screamed again..no sound.

Damn Cyrius.

Damn this curse. Damn this world that lets monsters win.

Please. Please. Someone look up. I’m right here. I’m so close.

"I can smell her," Aurora whispered. "She’s nearby. I know it."

Cayden was the first to step forward. His body moved like a storm was inside him, barely held together by grief. He pushed the door of the hut open, eyes burning.

"Do you see them?" Aurora asked quickly.

"NO! IT’S THE LEFT! THEY’RE ON THE LEFT! I’M IN THE TREE..LOOK UP! LOOK AT ME!!"

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