Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113: Soothe

*~Hazel’s POV~*

It seems this shitty game is still ongoing. Cyrius thinks he can do whatever he wants? I’ll show him that two can play.

I turned to Robert. "What’s the next game?"

He scratched the back of his head, clearly unsure. "Urm... I don’t know. But if you’re uncomfortable with it, you can quit."

I nodded. That was probably the only reasonable thing anyone had said all night. Then Alexander’s voice cut in from behind.

"The next game is just a light dare between couples. One couple dares another to do something. Innocent fun."

Yeah, right. I saw where this was going. Robert looked at me again, concern in his eyes.

"This will get messy..."

I didn’t even respond. I turned straight to Alexander. "I need to go now. It’s late. My babies need to be put to bed."

He looked at me for a second, then nodded slowly when I mouthed Please. I was done. Done with this whole circus of a party.

I picked up my babies, trying to steady my breathing. I didn’t even make it far before I heard the crowd erupt behind me.

"Kiss, kiss, kiss!"

My steps paused. Wolves were howling and laughing, encouraging something. I didn’t want to turn back. I shouldn’t have. But I did.

There she was—Aaliyah. Her hands wrapped around Cyrius’s arm like she was born for it. Her giggle rang out like a damn bell. They were being dared to kiss. My stomach twisted.

I stood there. Frozen. Pathetic.

But I didn’t stop walking. Two maids followed me silently, helping me into the carriage. The drive back was quiet—except for the noise in my head.

Get him out of your mind, Hazel.

Why was I letting this get to me? After everything he did? After taking my babies without my consent? After kidnapping me? After nearly causing their death?

And yet here I am—burning with jealousy because he let another girl touch him?

I tapped my forehead with my fingers, like maybe a light slap would reset my brain.

Finally, we got back to the High House, and it was oddly quiet. Thank God. Peace. I carried my babies in my arms, heavy but safe, and made my way to my chamber.

Then I stopped.

The air was different. Thick. Heavy. Someone was inside.

No one—no wolf—should be in this space. Not uninvited. Not here.

But the aura was familiar. My body tensed as I opened the door slowly.

Dark...Too dark.

I stepped in, every nerve alert. I was ready to fight. I wasn’t the same girl anymore.

I dropped my babies gently onto the bed and reached for the nearest object. A mug. Good enough. Smashable.

The figure moved.

I spun around, mug raised. Then—

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