Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222: Pain.

Aurora’s POV

Fine!

If he wants to be stupid, if he wants to deny every obsession running through his head, if he wants to throw away everything we’ve built like it means nothing—then I’ll do the same.

I forced myself to stand. My legs were trembling, but I didn’t care. I stormed back into my room, trying not to wake my sister. She must not know I’m out of bed—she’ll lose it if she finds out.

I couldn’t sleep that night. Every single memory of him felt like a knife pressing deeper into my chest. The clothes he bought me. The necklace. The letters he wrote when he was away. Every one of them screamed his name, and I hated it.

"Versa," I whispered, summoning the flames. The fire caught fast, dancing across everything we once called us.

But then—I broke. I fell to my knees as the fire crackled around me. I held my chest, trying to breathe through the pain. "Versa..." I whispered again, my voice cracking. The fire stopped instantly.

I stumbled into the smoke, my hands shaking as I grabbed what was left. The papers, the necklace—everything was ruined. Burnt. Gone.

I burned years of memories. Years of love. Years of passion. Literally, my whole life.

"Why?" I screamed. "Why would you deny me, Leon? Why would you throw everything away?"

My voice was breaking, my throat burning. "Is it because of some damn myth? Because I’m not a werewolf? Because Kayden and the triplets got mated to Hazel? Because she’s a Crescent?"

I stood in front of the ashes, tears mixing with soot on my cheeks. "Should I turn myself into a Crescent too? Then the pack will accept me, right? The council will finally see me as one of them?"

My voice fell into a whisper. "Maybe then, Leon... you will too."

That was when my alter ego spoke to me. No, she whispered. You don’t have to change yourself for him to love you.

But another voice — colder, crueler — snapped back: Maybe you do. Maybe they’re right. Maybe witches are weak. Maybe what you had with him was nothing but a silly game.

Anger boiled in my veins until it drowned out every other thought. I clenched my fists, hating how much I still loved him. How much I still needed him.

I must’ve cried myself to sleep on that floor, surrounded by the ashes of us. But even sleep refused to be kind.

In my dream, we were still together. His lips brushed mine like I was made of something sacred. He smiled at me the way he used to, his voice soft, calling me the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

It was so real. Too real.

I jolted awake, gasping for air, my cheeks wet with tears. I couldn’t bear it anymore — the memories, the dreams, the ache.

Because even in sleep... he wouldn’t let me go.

It was morning, and I hadn’t slept a second. I just sat there all night, staring at the charred remains of everything I once called love. When the first rays of the sun brushed across the high house, the door creaked open, and my sister stepped in, her expression heavy.

"Your carriage is ready, Aurora," she said softly. "It’s better we leave at dawn — before anyone sees you and causes more drama."

I didn’t answer. I just nodded and rose to my feet, my body numb but my heart still screaming. I turned to pack, but when I looked around, I saw everything was already done — folded, sealed, and waiting. She’d packed it all for me. Probably last night, when I was too broken to move.

"I packed it yesterday," she said, reading my silence. "When everyone went out for a walk."

I just hummed in response, forcing a small smile that didn’t reach my eyes. Together, we carried the bags toward the hall.

But when the main doors swung open, my steps faltered.

Hazel stood outside with Lilith. Hazel had her twins in her arms, both wrapped in soft blankets. She smiled through the exhaustion, through the sadness. "I heard you were leaving," she said quietly. "I wanted to let my babies say goodbye."

That simple sentence — so kind, so casual — broke me in ways I didn’t expect.

I took Christian first, pressing a trembling kiss to his warm cheek. "Be a good boy for Mommy, alright? You’re the man of the house now. You’ll have to look after your little sister when she starts pulling everyone’s hair again."

Hazel laughed softly. "Oh, he will. He’s already bossy like his father."

I smiled through the ache. "He gets it from you."

Christian gave me a small, toothless grin — as if he understood every word — before Hazel passed me Heather. She was giggling already, chubby fingers tangling in my hair.

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