Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169: Grave yard

*~Hazel’s POV~*

Hazel’s POV

I don’t know how I did it, but somehow, I fell back to my knees—Aurora sprawled motionless on the floor before me.

The verse I had whispered in desperation, half-believing it would never work, must have carried more power than I’d realized. My body trembled, breath shallow, but the proof was there: Aurora, my friend... my jailer, lying crumpled, her head bent at an awkward angle.

I rushed to her side. "Aurora? Are you alright?"

No response.

She looked pale, feeble, her heartbeat still steady but faint beneath my palm. She hadn’t died. She had only collapsed. Relief and dread warred inside me.

Part of me wanted to help her, to bandage her head, to revive her. But another part—the desperate part—screamed louder. If I healed her now, she’d wake. She’d trap me again. And this chance, this fleeting moment of freedom, would vanish.

I clenched my fists. I can’t risk it. Not now.

This might be my only window to escape.

So I swallowed hard, whispered a shaky apology to her unconscious form, and forced myself to turn away. My pulse hammered as I dashed down the corridor.

But something was wrong.

The halls didn’t look like the High House anymore. The polished stone and familiar arches had melted into unfamiliar walls—dark, alien, twisting. I skidded to a stop, chest heaving.

What is this place?

It felt endless, strange, like I’d been lifted from one world and dropped into another.

I pressed a hand to the wall, grounding myself, trying to think. "No... no, I have to get back. I have to get to the High House before they do whatever they’re planning with Jonathan."

Panic swelled inside me. Every second I wasted here was another second Jonathan closed in. For another second, my children were in danger.

I spun around, searching desperately for a stairwell, a door, anything that looked like an exit. My chest burned.

That’s when I realized the cruel truth.

I wasn’t outside the High House at all. I was still inside. Trapped in the highest level of the building, some hidden tower or warded chamber.

The realization chilled me. I’ve been tricked. Again.

I hurried to the window and peered out. The grounds below stretched far, the drop dizzying. My palms grew clammy.

I couldn’t jump. Not yet. My powers weren’t honed enough to protect me from a fall like that. If I leapt now, I’d be a shattered mess on the courtyard stones.

But I couldn’t stay here either. Aurora would wake soon. She’d find me. She’d bind me again.

I pressed both palms to the glass, heart racing, breath quick and shallow. My eyes darted over the rooftops and gardens spread beneath me. Somewhere out there, my babies were in Cayden’s arms. Somewhere out there, Caspian was pretending everything was fine. Somewhere out there, Lilith was moving through the crowd in my place.

And somewhere out there, Jonathan was waiting.

I clenched my teeth, whispering to myself. "I have to move. I have to find a way out before it’s too late."

Aurora would wake any moment now. And when she did, my second chance at freedom would be gone.

So I did it.

I smashed the window with my bare hands, shards slicing into my palms as I threw myself into the night.

I jumped.

I didn’t know how long it took for my body to hit the ground, but the moment it did, I heard the heavy thud that rattled through my bones.

Pain exploded everywhere.

Blood spilled from my mouth as I gasped, coughing crimson into the grass. My legs bent at the wrong angles, bone jutting, nerves screaming. I couldn’t even breathe properly—my voice tore out of me in a raw, guttural howl.

And then I felt it.

The cracking.

The snapping.

My legs began to heal themselves, bones shifting back into place with loud cracks that sent lightning bolts of pain ripping through my entire body.

I screamed again, louder, curling into the dirt as the agony of my body stitching itself back together drowned out everything else.

I should have whispered the verse first, banging a shaky hand against my forehead. Damn it.

When the waves of pain finally dulled enough for me to move, I blinked up at my surroundings.

And froze.

A graveyard.

I was lying in the middle of a massive graveyard, rows upon rows of stone markers stretching into the misty night.

My heart stopped when my eyes caught one in particular.

Cyrius Salvatore...Carved deep across the stone.

My breath hitched, my chest tightening painfully. "No..."

Cyrus was locked in a coffin and sealed away in the High House. I saw it. I was there. I was the one who placed the dagger back into his chest after Dahlia tried to pull it free. He couldn’t have been buried.

"When?" My voice cracked as I staggered to my feet.

If my human form is broken... maybe my wolf form isn’t.

And then—I heard it, a strong feminine voice. Her voice. The vibration shook through my entire body.

My throat went dry. My head spun. Oh my moon Goddess.

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