Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214: Little witch!

*~~Hazel’s POV~**

My name is Hazel Gilbert—now, Hazel Gilbert Salvatore. And this is my story. My life began in shambles. I was weak, unwanted, and the pack’s dirty little secret. Yet today, I stand as a mother of twins, the first female Alpha, and the mother of Crescents.

My journey has been a storm of struggle and sorrow, laughter and light—every emotion tangled into one long, bleeding thread.

If someone had told me back then—when I thought I was just a human girl living under my father’s torture—that I’d end up leading one of the greatest packs in existence, I would’ve laughed. I thought my father would marry me off to some random omega, that my life would be small and silent.

But fate had other plans. Now I live a life larger than I could ever have imagined—with three husbands, two beautiful babies, and a pack that unites wolves and Crescents alike.

As I stood before my father’s grave, My mother knelt at the grave, clutching the flowers to her heart as though she could hold onto him that way.

"Mother," I whispered, kneeling beside her and touching her shoulder gently. "Can we go? It’s my coronation day."

She pressed a final kiss to the petals, laid them on the grave, then turned to me with a trembling smile. "I’m glad I lived to see this day."

I nodded, helped her up, and together we walked toward the High House. We couldn’t take the front door—too many wolves and Crescents had gathered there, the air alive with anticipation. So we took the rooftop route.

The moment we landed, Aurora’s voice hit me like a whip. "Where were you?" she snapped. "Caspian is already dressed, and you’re still in your ninth gown! Is this how you plan to be crowned Alpha?"

Before I could answer, she grabbed my hand and dragged me toward my chamber. Despite her scolding, Aurora had always been the sister I never truly had. My real sisters had cut my hair with scissors once out of spite. But Aurora? She brushed and braided it now with care, her reflection in the mirror warm with pride and a touch of sadness.

"It’s such a beautiful feeling," she said softly. "To see this day finally come. We’ve been through so much, Hazel. I’m so happy to see you like this."

I smiled at her reflection. "I guess I finally got my happy ending. We all did." But something in her eyes shifted. Her smile faltered.

"Aurora?" I asked quietly. "How are you and Leon?"

Her body went still. "What?"

"Come on," I teased gently. "Don’t pretend you’re not in love with him. You can tell me."

But then her expression crumbled. Tears shimmered in her eyes—something I’d never seen from her before. My stomach twisted. "Aurora, what’s wrong?"

She inhaled shakily. "Hazel... today Leon will find his mate."

My heart dropped. "His mate?"

She nodded. "The elders are using the coronation to host a mates ceremony. Leon is of age now. We both turn eighteen today."

I swallowed hard. "And if he doesn’t find one? What if... what if he’s yours?"

Aurora’s lips trembled into a bitter smile. "Hazel, I’m a witch. He’s a wolf. There can never be anything between us. Absolutely nothing."

"Never say never, Aurora." I cupped her cheeks gently, forcing her to look at me. "Look at me today. Who would’ve thought the weak human—the one mated to the Salvatore triplets everyone hated, the one even Cayden rejected—would be crowned Alpha?"

"But that’s different," she whispered.

"It’s not different," I said firmly. "You just have to have hope. Aurora, have hope. I got my happy ending—but it’s not truly happy if the people I love aren’t smiling with me."

"Haze..." she murmured, wiping her eyes quickly. "I’ve accepted it. Leon and I are never going to be together. Today, he’ll find his mate. He’ll get married, have children, and be happy. And me? Even if I never find anyone I truly love, I’ll still live. I have Heather and Christian. I’ll raise them, I’ll be happy."

"No," I said sharply. "Stop lying to yourself."

Her eyes widened.

"Leon is your happiness," I continued. "I can feel it. I’ve told you a thousand times before—I’m living proof your love can work. I’m a Crescent. A perfect blend of wolf and witch. You’re part of this pack, Aurora. The Blue Crescents aren’t just wolves anymore. We’re wolves and Crescents. So stop doubting it. Have faith."

Her breath hitched.

"I’m sure Leon loves you back," I whispered. "Or doesn’t he?"

She shook her head quickly. "He does. He loves me. Leon loves me," she sobbed, falling into my arms.

I wrapped her tightly, rubbing her back. "Then stop crying. It’s true love, Aurora. The Goddess knows what she’s doing. He won’t find a mate today—he’ll come back to you."

She nodded through her tears, her voice trembling. "Okay."

"Good girl," I murmured, brushing the last tear from her cheek.

Seeing Aurora—strong, fierce Aurora—soften like this in my arms was indescribable. She’d always been the unbreakable one. But now, she was showing me her broken side, her heart. And I’d never take that for granted.

"Now," I said, standing and offering her my hand, "let’s get through this day together."

She took my hand and squeezed it tightly.

As we stepped out of the room, we bumped right into Cayden—holding Christian in his arms.

"Hazel! Hazel!" he said breathlessly, grinning from ear to ear. "He said his first word!"

"What?" I blinked, dropping Aurora’s hand and rushing toward him. I scooped Christian from his arms. "What did you just say?!"

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