Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183: Finding Cyrius.

*~Hazel’s POV~*

We sat in the room for what felt like hours, waiting for Cyrius to return. Our guards outside were instructed to alert us the moment he stepped in.

"Are you sure he’ll come?" I asked, panicking again.

Caspian sighed, his voice tight with exhaustion.

"Yes, I’m sure, Hazel. He’ll come back. The guard said he only stepped out, didn’t he?"

I nodded, still restless. Then suddenly, a thought hit me.

"Oh, wait.." I jolted upright. "We should ask if the guard saw him carrying the babies!"

I jumped to my feet, but Caspian grabbed my arm and pulled me back down.

"I killed the guard, remember?" he said dryly.

I threw my head back in frustration.

I was just about to spiral into panic again when a subtle noise tapped against the window.

Caspian and I locked eyes instantly.

Without needing to speak, we both moved to the window—and saw one of our guards discreetly signaling us.

Cyrius was back, My heart skipped.

I was ready to bolt, but Caspian held me back.

"We follow the plan," he said firmly. I nodded, forcing myself to breathe.

"So... what is the plan?" I asked, barely containing the urge to sprint toward the door.

"You talk to him," he said. "Like you did the last time. Make him calm down. Get him to drop his guard."

I nodded again, but just as I was about to leave, I paused.

I turned back to him. "If I manage to pull his guard down... promise me you won’t hurt him. Not like last time."

He held my gaze and nodded.

"I promise."

With that, I rushed out.

In less than a second, I reached the ground floor as quietly as I could. The guards were waiting—they pointed me toward the room he was in.

I turned to glance behind me.

Caspian was there, a shadow trailing behind me. He gave me a quick nod of reassurance.

I took a deep breath.

Then I pushed forward, heading straight to the room where Cyrius was.

My heart pounded so loud I could barely hear my own thoughts as I approached the room they had directed me to. I paused at the door and took a deep breath.

I wasn’t here to fight. I wasn’t here to attack, I just wanted to see him.

Even after everything I did to him, burying him, choosing his brothers over him— yet he was still kind when we met again. He’d smiled at me. He’d flirted with me. And his words... "Maybe I’ll give you another chance."

I hoped this was that chance.

Slowly, I pushed open the door. The room was dark. A single, dim candle flickered on a wooden desk. But I could see a figure...

My babies weren’t here.

My heart sank. That unspoken bond between me and my children was silent. Empty. They were not in this room.

Which meant... he had hidden them. Or left them somewhere else.

I closed the door gently behind me.

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