Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230: Snarky Leon.

*~Aurora’s POV~*

I forced myself to look away from him, steadying my breath. Slowly, I managed to pull myself together.

The moment the council meeting ended, everyone began to file out in silence. I rose and followed, Darius trailing quietly behind me.

I needed space.

And more than that—I needed to think. Keeping him here in the High House was dangerous. I could already feel the stares, the doubts. It would be best to just teach him the basics and then send him away.

I led him to the place where I usually trained. I dropped my book onto the floor and turned.

He was standing right behind me, watching me with those calm, eager eyes. Like a puppy waiting for approval.

"Okay, so..." I began, stammering slightly as I tried to recall my own lessons. "I—uh—"

"It’s okay, Lady Aurora," Darius said softly. "Take your time. I’m ready whenever you are."

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling. "Alright. The first step for any witch is learning the basic term—Versa."

"Versa," he repeated.

"Yes. Once you can pronounce it correctly, I’ll teach you how to channel your energy—how to pull it out and cast simple spells. After that, you’ll have the foundation you need."

He tilted his head slightly. "Is that all?"

I smiled faintly. "No. But with that basic knowledge, you’ll find your own path... if you manage to stay alive long enough to face wolves and crescents."

He gave a small chuckle, and I bent to pick up my book, placing it on a nearby rock. "Alright then, sir. Are you ready?"

"Oh yes," he said—and then suddenly began to remove his shirt. His smooth masculine form showing.

I froze mid-motion. "What are you—"

Before I could finish, a silver necklace slipped out from under his shirt. It swung gently as he caught it and opened the small locket, revealing a faded image inside.

"This," he said quietly, "belongs to my sister. She was taken by a pack for her witch blood. I don’t know what they wanted her for. But she’s the reason I want to get stronger—to find her."

I studied his expression. There was no hint of deceit in his voice—only pain. So I nodded. "Then we’d better get started."

He smiled, and for a moment, I almost smiled back.

We began with the hand gestures, the energy alignment, and the control chants. To my surprise, it came naturally to him. Too naturally.

Within minutes, he was forming clear energy rings and pulling raw air currents with precision. This is actually impressive of him!

We both muttered the command together. "Versa!"

Wind rushed around us—the tornado we summoned twisting into the air, almost evenly matched in strength.

I stared at him, astonished. "Wow. That’s... impressive. For a first-timer, this is remarkable."

"Thank you, Master Aurora," he said with a grin. Then quickly added, "I mean—if I can call you that."

"Oh, you can," I said, smiling despite myself.

But as he lowered his hands, something about him made me pause.

He was too fluent. His form was perfect, his control too refined.

Something wasn’t right....It was as if he didn’t need this training at all.

I glanced at him again, suspicion stirring beneath my calm. But before I could say anything, he moved to attempt a teleportation spell.

"Wait—Darius, that one’s advanced—"

Too late. He flicked his wrist the wrong way, the energy bursting out unevenly. He stumbled, fell, and hit the ground hard.

"Ah—ow!" he grunted, clutching his arm.

I gasped and rushed to his side. "You idiot! I said wait!"

He groaned softly, trying to laugh through the pain. "Guess I... skipped a few steps, huh?"

I’m sorry," I murmured, still flustered. "I shouldn’t have gone that far with the training. You’re still learning the basics—what was I even thinking?"

Oh my Goddness, Aurora, what have I done?

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