Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107: Mate. Mate.Mate.

**~ Hazel’s POV ~**

Cyrius didn’t even have to tell me twice.

I rushed downstairs and burst into the room. Scooping my babies into my arms, I smashed the window with my bare hand. I stuck my head out...thank the moon, the height wasn’t too bad.

I tightened my hold around the twins and jumped.

I landed hard—face first—but I didn’t stop. The entire house behind me was echoing with chaos and bloodcurdling screams. I dashed away, running as fast as my legs could carry me, the burn in my stomach growing hotter, more intense.

I stopped briefly to catch my breath, glancing down at my crying babies to soothe them—and that’s when I saw it.

I was surrounded.

They had followed me.

Damn it. No. No, no, no. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

I was about to lose everything. My heart thundered with panic, but then Cyrius’s words echoed in my mind:

"No one must know about you—not here. They’ll only see you as an abomination."

I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t let them see the truth.

So, I gently lowered my babies onto the ground and raised both hands in surrender.

"I’m not involved. I’m just a visitor," I lied.

"Liar," one of them spat. "We saw you dancing with one of those noble wolves. Seize her—and kill the babies!"

"No, please!" I begged, tears stinging my eyes. "I’m just a mother. Please, don’t hurt them. You don’t want to do this."

They laughed at my desperation. And just as they stepped forward, I heard it.

A voice....A feminine’s voice.

"Kill them. Destroy them."

It was like a sharp growl wrapped in silk—dangerous and divine. I whipped around. Who was that? My head turned in every direction.

Was it... my wolf? ...The voice growled again, "Kill them."

I knelt by my babies, brushing their cheeks as I whispered, "I’m sorry."

Then I closed my eyes.

And surrendered. Before I could even take a breath, I shifted.

My bones snapped, fur rippled along my skin, and power...raw and ancient poured through me. When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t just in wolf form... I was something else. Something terrifying.

They saw me—and froze. The ones who were ready to strike suddenly stood trembling, paralyzed by fear.

I didn’t hesitate. I lunged at them.

By the time it was over, every single one of them lay crumpled on the ground, their blood painting the earth in streaks of red and silver.

"Good girl..."

I spun around. Who said that? No one was there. But I heard it again—inside me.

"Me... I’m Flora." The voice didn’t sound like normal speech. It was a growl, low and ancient. But I understood her.

My wolf....Flora.

I saw her, clear as day, in the depths of my soul.

Before I could respond, flashlights cut through the night. I snapped out of my haze and quickly wiped off any trace fur, blood, hair...anything that could connect me to what had just happened.

I pretended to be nothing more than a scared mother, crouched beside her crying babies.

"She’s alive! She’s alive!" a man’s voice called.

They rushed toward me—and last to arrive was Cyrius. He walked up with a slow, satisfied smirk.

Pride oozed off him as he gave me a small nod and picked up Christian while I cradled Heather.

Then, turning to the others, he said calmly, "I told you. My wife doesn’t need protection."

That’s when Alexander stepped forward. I bowed slightly, and he returned the gesture, though his eyes held deep curiosity.

"How did you do it?" he asked, scanning the bodies. "How did you take down so many men? You don’t look like someone who just recently learned to shift. You’re what—eighteen? How can you kill this many wolves?"

I paused.

"I wasn’t alone," I said. "There was a wolf. She came to help me and left afterward."

Alexander narrowed his eyes. "But how did you know help would come? You acted like someone certain of survival."

I turned to Cyrius, a smirk of my own forming.

"She has a good luck charm," he said smoothly. "And I knew that charm would come through."

Mate. Mate. Mate.

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