Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228: Hot stranger

*~Aurora’s POV~*

I just left him standing there, my breath heavy with anger. I can’t go to my room and sleep with this bad attitude. The rage is so consuming, I can hardly breathe. I need fresh air.

And I don’t even know what’s happening. How are those wolves—the ones I saw die—alive? How are they fucking alive? They should be dead. Their existence makes me look like a liar. Even I can’t believe the truth anymore—the truth I witnessed with my own two eyes.

Whatever is happening, I need to get stronger. I need to stop being weak, stop crying over damn Leon. I must be strong. I must face damn Ed Strong.

I swallowed hard and hugged myself tightly. It’s already night. The perfect time.

I went downstairs. I, Aurora, am the only witch to ever learn how to use dark magic. Dahlia—the one who taught me—is now dead. Every witch who uses dark magic must pay a price: they either die or lose a part of their body.

But me? No. Nothing happens to me. I managed to find the cheat code of dark magic.

Still, I can only perform at its limits. But tonight, I’ll push beyond. I’ll make sure I become stronger—so strong that even dark magic will bow to me.

To me, there’s no such thing as "dark magic." Because dark magic performed with an evil heart is truly dark. But dark magic used with a pure heart... is just magic.

I placed my book on the floor and sat in front of it.

"Versa!"

The book flipped open to the page I needed most—the dark magic section. And just as I was about to start practicing, I felt someone’s presence.

Someone was here with me.

My breath immediately itched. Oh my God—are they the demons? Are the demons here? Are they here to claim me too?

Because I found out about their existence... and I managed to erase everything about them. But somehow—I still know.

Are they here for me?

I tensed, holding my breath, ready to take down anyone. I was about to yell, but then I hesitated. What if it wasn’t an emergency? This is the High House. Any wolf could be awake—it’s just night, after all. Not everyone sleeps at the same time.

I tried to calm myself, but then I felt it—someone’s gaze on me. Right in front of me. The bushes.

I immediately stepped back, reaching for my book, but it was too far to grab quickly. Somebody was definitely there. Watching me. Fixated.

My mind raced back to the demons.

Are they really here to take me?

No. No, no, no, no. This must be one of my delusions. Nobody is here for me.

And then—a tall figure stepped out of the shadows.

It’s definitely the demons.

"Versa!" I shouted, sending a large tornado toward the figure. It struck, and the person crumbled to the ground.

I heard a masculine groan, low and pained. I froze, then rushed toward him.

"Caspian! Hazel!" I screamed. Footsteps thundered behind me—I must’ve alerted someone.

The figure stirred, slowly lifting his head.

"Please, don’t harm me," he said, voice trembling. "I’m not your enemy. I just... I need your help. You’re the only witch I’ve seen. Please."

My breath caught as his face came into view—black hair, piercing blue eyes, and features so striking it made me blink twice. For a second, I thought it was Caspian... or Hazel... or maybe even Cyrus. But no. He wasn’t any of them.

Still, that same dangerous beauty was there.

Oh my God. What’s a hot stranger like him doing here?

He ran a hand through his hair. "Please. You’re a witch, aren’t you? I’m a wizard. But I’ve never learned to use my powers. I’ve lived all my life as a human. I need someone to teach me."

He took a step forward. "I was told I’d find a witch here at the High House. When I sensed your power, I knew it had to be you. You must be Aurora—the great witch everyone talks about. The one who helped the Alpha take down Dahlia."

Then, unbelievably, he went down on his knees.

"Please. Help me."

I stared at him, feeling the faint trace of magic in his blood—a small current, weak but real. He wasn’t lying about being a wizard. Still... it was obvious he’d never used his powers.

But could I believe him?

"How can I trust you?" I asked.

"I’m from the Western side," he said, showing me a mark on his hand. "The Eastern witches have this symbol. You must know that."

I did. He was right. But I still wasn’t sure.

"Please," he said again, his gaze locking on mine. "Believe me."

Something in his voice—his eyes—made me pause. I didn’t know why, but for some reason, I did believe him.

And then—footsteps again. Caspian and Hazel.

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