Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135: Young Lilith VII

*~Young Lilith’s POV~*

Seeing Marcus somehow calmed me down.The rage that had been coiled inside me for days eased, not entirely gone but quiter.

I don’t even know what to do anymore. I can’t go back to the Wolf Academy. I can’t attend classes with my peers like I used to. I can’t even step outside without feeling the eyes of the world searching for me. Gosh... I just want this to be over already. I want to go back to my old life—even though deep down, I know that life is gone. Forever.

Because I’m no longer just Hazel. I’ve become something else. Something the world must not see.

A wolf and a witch.

The words feel alien on my tongue, as if saying them out loud might curse me further. It doesn’t even sound real, yet here I am—living proof of the impossible. And now, I must face Dahlia again tonight. Face her and whatever twisted ritual she plans next. I can only pray this is the final stage because I don’t think I can endure much more.

Mom has distanced herself from me. She won’t look me in the eye. She no longer calls me to sit by her side like she used to, no longer fusses over me with soft, motherly care. And Father—he nods at me in the mornings, like I’m some stranger he’s forced to acknowledge. They’ve both stepped back from me, though not in the way a family should when protecting one of their own. It feels more like they’re... ashamed. Or afraid. As they should.

Not that I’m complaining. They betrayed me. They stood by while I was dragged into this darkness. Father made me into a monster. And Mother? She let it happen.

So, let them keep their distance.

Still, the house feels unnervingly quiet tonight. A silence so thick it clings to the walls, pressing in on me from all sides.

When night finally came, Father appeared at my door like he always does. His knock was soft, but I felt the weight behind it—command disguised as courtesy. I opened the door and followed him outside. Our usual carriage waited outside.

Mother was there too. She stood a few steps back, her face painted with sadness that.. it made my stomach twist. It wasn’t the sadness of a mother fighting for her child. No. It was the sadness of a woman who had already surrendered...who had convinced herself she could do nothing, and so she didn’t.

She could stop this.... Run to the alpha for help. Alpha klaus will definitely help.

I felt my chest tighten, an ache spreading through me like poison. I hope I never become like her. I hope I never stand by, helpless, watching my child be dragged into something so bad..

If I survive this—if I ever have children of my own—I swear I’ll protect them. I’ll fight for them. I’ll never just... watch.

Father climbed into the carriage first, and I followed, swallowing down the fear rising in my throat. Mother stayed behind, her sad little figure shrinking as the horses pulled us away. She didn’t wave. She didn’t speak.

In the carriage, I closed my eyes, desperate to escape my father’s presence, even if only for a moment. The silence between us was suffocating. Soon, a gentle tap on my shoulder stirred me—his way of saying we had arrived.

I stepped out and followed him toward the cave. Inside, everyone was already seated, their faces turning toward me as if I were the late, wayward child of this strange gathering. My gaze swept the room until it landed on Alice’s striking green eyes. She gave a small wave, beckoning me to sit beside her.

"Hi," she whispered when I sat down.

I nodded, unable to speak, as she squeezed my hand. Her skin was so cold it sent a shiver up my arm—like she had spent the night outside in the freezing air. My stomach twisted. What have they done to this girl? And where were her parents?

Not that mine were any better. But whoever had raised Alice must have been monsters of an entirely different breed.

The room settled into silence when Dahlia entered, her steps deliberate, her presence commanding. Unlike the first few times we had met her, she did not cover her face. Her dark hair framed sharp features that seemed even more severe without the mystery of a veil. I glared at her, refusing to look away, but then I noticed she wasn’t alone.

Someone followed her inside.

And when I saw who it was, my breath hitched violently.

No. No way. No way in hell.

Blue Moon’s Luna stood there—her rounded belly showing the clear signs of a three-month pregnancy.

My thoughts spiraled. Does she know? Does she know what Dahlia is doing to us?

If she did, then... then that meant the Alpha knew too.

No. Not Alpha Klaus. He seemed like a good, responsible leader, someone who would never...

But what was his mate doing here—with Dahlia—and pregnant, no less?

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