Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123: Confusion.

*~Hazel’s POV~*

My eyes fluttered open, the familiarity of my surroundings gnawing at me. Where am I? And why does my head ache so much?

I realized I was in my chamber here in New Orleans. But my mind felt strangely empty, like I couldn’t remember anything at all. My eyes darted around as everything slowly began to make sense.

Pregnancy. Babies.

My gaze shot around frantically, searching—until I saw them, sleeping peacefully right beside me. A sigh of relief slipped from my lips as I pressed a hand to my chest, steadying my breathing.

Still... why did I feel so empty?

"Caspian? Cayden?" I called out loud, my voice trembling slightly.

Instead, Aurora walked in. "Oh, you’re awake. Just in time....I brought you hot coffee." She handed me the cup, and I took a grateful sip. She placed her palm on my forehead. "Hmm... you’re running a little temperature. Are you alright?"

"Yes, I’m fine... it’s just—I feel kind of... empty. What happened?"

"Oh, you just gave birth," she said lightly, then nodded toward the bed. "And look at your babies."

She placed them in my arms, and my heart fluttered instantly.

"Oh my..." I breathed, holding them close. I studied their tiny faces—one boy, one girl—both carrying such a striking resemblance to me and Cayden. Is this... the first time I’m seeing them?

Aurora smiled faintly. "You don’t seem too excited for a mother meeting her babies for the first time." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"I know... it’s just... it feels like I’ve seen them before."

"Well, you carried them in your stomach for nine months—you’re supposed to feel that familiarity," she teased. "The entire Blue Moon pack is excited. And before the naming ceremony, you and Cayden better start deciding on names."

With that, she left, leaving me alone with my children.

I carefully laid them back down as they slept soundly. Taking a deep breath, I finished the hot coffee Aurora had given me. But my thoughts kept spinning.

Hazel... my gut is telling me something’s wrong. Something is not right.

What could possibly have gone wrong?

I shoved the uneasy feeling aside. My babies were here—my miracle babies.

Even if... they came so fast. I had only carried them for a month.

I tried to stand, but the moment my feet touched the ground, my legs buckled. I crashed back down to my knees, the cold of the floor biting into my skin. My body felt... drained. Not the soreness I imagined after giving birth—no, this was something else. An unfamiliar weakness, heavy and pressing, almost as if my strength had been siphoned away.

I forced myself upright, staggering toward the bed, my hands gripping the sheets just to keep from collapsing again. Maybe this is normal, I told myself. Maybe it’s just... postpartum exhaustion. But the ache wasn’t where I thought it should be—it wasn’t in my lower back or hips. It burned deeper... in my stomach.

And then—

"Mate."

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify