Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177: Grave yards

*~Hazel’s POV~*

Aurora tapped the spot beside her on the bed, her eyes pleading. I let out a long sigh before lowering myself down, arms folded, frustration still simmering under my skin.

She turned toward me slowly. "Hazel," she began, voice tentative, "yes, I wiped your memory. But only because of something... something I honestly don’t know how to explain. I don’t even think you’d believe it if I did."

She paused, struggling to look me in the eye. "Caspian was right—I shouldn’t try to explain. I should just return your memories and let you see for yourself."

"You should," I said quietly. "And when you do... I don’t think we should be friends anymore."

I didn’t mean it. Not entirely. But the betrayal was still fresh, and some part of me wanted her to feel the ache she had put me through. To know what it was like to be deceived by someone you trusted.

Aurora’s shoulders slumped. "Hazel... I love you. I don’t think I’ve ever had a real friend the way I have in you." Her voice cracked. "My mother. My sister. My father..." she trailed off, tears already forming.

Something inside me shifted. I’d never asked about Aurora’s past—never wondered why she never mentioned her family. She’d always been so grounded, so present in the chaos of our lives. But as she spoke, her pain bled through every word.

"Back home," she continued, "even though we were all witches, my parents... they did something unforgivable. One night, they took my sister from me. Just... took her. And she never came back. I was just a kid, and every time I asked, they’d pretend she never existed."

My chest tightened.

"Then, one night, we were attacked. Two silhouettes came through the house. They didn’t touch me. They hurt my parents and left me crying in my room. No one came. No one ever came."

Her voice wavered. "Dahlia found me. She was still building her coven back then. She took me in like a daughter. But I saw through her manipulation. I ran. I’ve been running ever since."

She gave a soft, broken laugh, and I managed a small one in return, though my heart was heavy.

I turned to her, quietly. "That’s enough, Aurora. I get it. You’ve been through hell. But you knew what I was going through with my memory. You knew I wasn’t crazy, and still... you said nothing."

"I’m sorry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to tell you. Every time you looked at me like I was your safe place, it killed me. But I thought it would ruin everything if you knew."

I stared ahead, jaw clenched. I wanted to scream, cry, shake her—anything to make sense of it.

"But I will now," she added. "I’ll give it all back. Everything you lost."

My pulse quickened.

"But before I do... Hazel, I’m scared you won’t be able to handle the truth. Not all of it."

Her words froze in the air between us.

For the first time since finding out, I hesitated. What could be so dark, so heavy, that the three people closest to me—Caspian, Cayden, Aurora—chose to erase it instead of letting me live with it?

Was it about my babies? The day I gave birth? My mother?

Had I met Lilith before and forgotten it all?

The weight in my chest deepened. I thought I wanted the truth—but now, I wasn’t so sure.

What if it shattered me?

What if knowing made it worse?

Still, the questions circled:

Where is the rest of my family?

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