Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel 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."

I glared at him. "No."

Finally, 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 stench of cigarettes.

The moment he laid eyes on Cyrius, his eyes lit up. "Oh mon Dieu! Cyrius, you’re alive!"

He barreled forward and hugged him tightly, revealing a crooked grin full of yellow-stained teeth. I instinctively turned my baby’s head away, covering their nose. Ew.

"What kind of man is this?" I muttered.

Cyrius gave a polite smile. "Let’s just say... I’ve been away. For years."

The man laughed heartily, then turned his eyes to me. "And who is this beautiful lady?"

He reached for my hand and said something in French—probably "darling" or "enchantée" or whatever Parisian nonsense he was spewing.

Cyrius stepped in smoothly. "This is my wife. And my children. Her name is Esther."

Esther? I blinked, giving Cyrius a look that screamed excuse me?

He didn’t flinch. "Yes. Esther."

I turned back to the man, 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 reason—and I’d figure it out later.

We were ushered inside, and the two men sat me down before disappearing into a side room to talk.

Of course, that’s when the twins started crying.

I adjusted my dress and began to breastfeed them, all while keeping my eyes sharp, alert. This place was beautiful, yes—but I didn’t trust a single soul in it.

Still... I couldn’t deny 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 too perfect.

A little too curated.

Eventually, Cyrius returned, standing tall in the doorway.

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

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