Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181: France II

Hazel’s POV

I rushed up to my feet, my heart pounding like a war drum. Caspian immediately followed.

"Where are you going?" he asked, and I turned to him, stunned.

"Is that even a question?" I snapped. "France! I’m going to France! My babies need to be found—now!"

I bolted out the room, Caspian trailing close behind.

We ran into Cayden and Leon on our way down the stairs. Cayden immediately stepped in front of me, his face full of concern.

"Why is Aurora like that? She’s bleeding from her nose and mouth!" he demanded. "Did she return your memories?"

Caspian answered for me.

"Yes. She did. Hazel has her memories back now, and she believes we need to go to France—immediately."

Cayden blinked. "France? Why France?"

"Because Cyrius is there," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "He once moved there with me—and if he’s running, that’s where he’ll go again. That’s the only place that makes sense."

"Still... why France?" Cayden repeated. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Caspian jumped in again. "Because that’s where we found him the last time. I’m with Hazel on this."

Cayden’s brows furrowed. "So who’s going with her?"

I turned to Caspian and answered before he could.

"I’ll go. Caspian is coming with me. And we’re taking a full team—at least fifty wolves."

Worry carved into Cayden’s face. "No—let me come with you too."

Caspian shook his head firmly. "You’re the Alpha. You need to stay here. I’ve been to France before. I know the area. We’ve got this."

Cayden looked torn, but finally stepped aside.

Without wasting time, Caspian summoned the pack. Within minutes, fifty trained wolves stood outside the High House, armored and ready.

"Thank you for coming," Caspian addressed them. "We’re heading to France. Be sharp. Be silent. We move fast."

He arranged transportation swiftly, and soon after, we hit the road.

I sat beside Caspian in the car, the others trailing behind us in tight formation.

I stared out the window, but I wasn’t seeing anything. My fingers twisted anxiously in my lap, so tight and restless that I didn’t even realize how pale they’d become.

Caspian reached over and gently placed a hand over mine.

"Calm down, Hazel," he said softly. "We’re going to find them."

I nodded, then turned to Caspian.

"What if they’re not there?" I whispered. "What if Cyrius didn’t go to France and just wanted me to think he did? What if it was all a trick? He knows we’d expect that. What if we’re chasing the wrong trail?"

Caspian placed his hand gently over mine. "Calm down," he said, voice low and firm. "Even if it’s a misdirection, we’re trying. At least we’re not sitting still. And Hazel..." he looked me in the eye, "trust your instincts."

I exhaled shakily, nodding again, and the car rolled on.

We spent nearly the entire day on the road, exhaustion settling into our bones as night fell. At last, we crossed into France, and I found myself guiding them through familiar paths until we reached the park, Alexander’s Pack.

It looked... different now. Drier. Quieter.

When I had come here with Cyrius before, the entire park had been alive. Bustling. Buzzing. But now... there was stillness in the air. The winds whispered through empty trees. The atmosphere felt haunted, like it remembered too much.

And so did I.

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