Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117: Future wedding.

*~Hazel’s POV~*

Before I could even process these strange emotions..or decide what I should do next—the sound of wheels crunching on sand pulled me from my thoughts. Cyrius’ carriage was coming down the path toward us.

He hopped down, eyes alight. "I managed to get a priest... but he’s not coming today. Don’t worry...tomorrow, right here, we’ll come back and get married. And then we live..."

He leaned closer, voice dropping into a promise that made my stomach twist. "...we live happily ever after."

My stomach growled, but it wasn’t hunger—it was guilt. The image of Caspian flashed in my mind. I had promised him forever too. The weight of it sat heavy on my chest. I could only nod.

Cyrius didn’t notice—or pretended not to. He sat me down and began feeding me pieces of fruit from the basket he’d packed, one by one, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Hazel, what’s wrong? Did anything happen while I was gone?" His eyes scanned the shoreline sharply, the way they always did when he suspected something. "You seem... off."

"No, nothing. It’s just—I’m a little emotional, that’s all."

He brushed his thumb over my cheek, studying me. "Emotional? Am I making you emotional? Or should I stop being sweet? Don’t tell me you like me aggressive..." His eyes widened in playful mock-shock.

I pushed his face back with my palm, laughing. "No, no. Nothing like that. It’s nothing... We’re getting married tomorrow!"

I forced my voice into excitement, and he laughed, grinning.

"Yes! I can’t wait for you to finally become my wife...wear my ring and become mine."

Something in my stomach flipped at the word mine. His eyes gleamed, and for a moment, he looked like an overjoyed boy, not the man who had dragged me into his this whole new country, And made me experience completely new emotions.

"Want to swim?" he asked suddenly, pointing toward the water.

"No, I can’t."

"Why?"

I hesitated. "I’ve never been taught."

"Bad for you," he smirked, stripping down to his undershorts without another word. "The water’s calling me." And then he dove in, slicing through the waves with graceful ease.

I stood to watch him, my feet sinking into the sand. When he noticed me, he sent a wave of water splashing over me.

"Ow! Cyrus!" I yelped, dripping wet.

"Well, now you’re wet..so you might as well take off those clothes and join me."

"No."

"Yes. I’m demanding it as your husband—oh wait, sorry, future husband." His grin was pure mischief.

I glanced around. No one was watching except my twins, lying on the mat and tugging each other’s ears. Slowly, I pulled my gown over my head, left in my bra and underwear, my heart hammering.

Cyris emerged from the water, droplets racing down over hard, defined muscles. For a man who grinned and acted like a child, his body said otherwise with how toned and masculine it his.. from his Abs to his packs and huge shoulder . Unlike Caspian and Cayden, with little scars, Cyrius’ was smooth, perfect, the sunlight gliding over every curve of muscle.

Flora pounded inside me, a wild urge to leap from my skin and pull him down into me.

He reached me, and before I could react, he scooped me up in his arms..like I weighed nothing..holding me in a proud bridal carry.

And then he ran straight into the water.

"Cyrius!! I can’t feel my legs!" I screamed, clutching onto him as the water tugged at me like it wanted to claim me.

"Then hold on to me," he said, voice deep but steady. His hands slid along my body, adjusting my position from my legs up to my arms, aligning me as if I were a fragile sculpture he refused to let break.

"Now... move gently."

I obeyed. And while it wasn’t really me swimming, with his steady support it felt as though I was gliding.

"That’s nice..." he murmured, pride in his tone.

For the first time, I felt the water against my skin in a way that wasn’t frightening—it was alive, warm where the sun touched it, cool in the shadows. I splashed a handful at him. "That’s for earlier."

His brows shot up. "Oh... so you want to be naughty?" He retaliated, sending a wave right into my face.

I splashed back. He lunged forward. I darted toward the shallows, laughing breathlessly, my feet hitting the sandy bottom as I tried to escape him.

But Cyrius was faster. His arm wrapped around my waist, yanking me back into the water with him. Our laughter tangled in the air before his mouth found my ear, kissing soft, almost reverent.

A shiver rippled through me. His lips moved from my ear, trailing fire down the curve of my neck, the heat of his breath mixing with the cool touch of the waves. Then, in one smooth motion, his fingers unhooked my bra.

"Ever done it in the water before?" he whispered.

"Cyrius...no—what are you—" The words melted into a gasp as his hand cupped my breast, fingers teasing until my knees threatened to give out entirely. His mouth continued its journey along my throat, each kiss drawing me deeper into the pull of him.

My head tipped back, my voice caught between a plea and a warning. "The babies they’re watching.."

"Let them see how naughty their parents are," he murmured, his grin brushing my skin.

"They’re too young—"

"Exactly. They won’t understand. They’ll just think we’re swimming." His tone was teasing, but his hands were anything but playful—one left my breast and trailed lower, pressing between my thighs under the water.

"Aren’t we swimming, Hazel?" His voice dipped lower, darker. "Because we’re definitely wet... especially down there."

I was ready to lose every last defense when the sound of wheels cutting across sand shattered the moment.

We both turned as another carriage rolled into view. A familiar figure stepped down, flanked by several others.

Aaliyah.

I immediately shoved almost all of my body under the water, leaving only my head above the surface, as my bra hung unhooked. Cyrius stood in front of me, shielding me completely.

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