Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 236

Chapter 236: Twins rescue

*~Aurora’s POV~*

The doorknob turned slowly, dramatically and a tall, mysterious figure stepped into the room.

He was very tall. Even though I was standing, I still had to crane my neck upward just to meet his gaze. He was taller than the triplet brothers by far.

His dark blue eyes glimmered with something ancient, and his skin was even paler than the other demons’. His long, silver-white hair flowed down past his waist, gleaming faintly under the dim light.

He looked... ethereal. Too mystical to be real.

Are these even normal creatures at all?

Heather was still smiling, completely unbothered, while I...paralyzed couldn’t even move. I just stood there, frozen like a statue.

The tall figure walked past me with graceful, effortless strides and leaned down to lift Heather into his arms.

I snapped my neck around to watch, helplessly. Heather immediately clung to his hair just like she used to with her mother and my heart skipped.

What was Heather doing?

She held tightly onto him, her tiny fingers buried in his silken strands, and he gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Hello, you," he said, his voice smooth, quiet, and eerily calm. Then his gaze shifted to me while he cradled Heather against his chest.

He had just walked in, taken her, and she... she wasn’t even crying. Not a single tear. Heather never let anyone carry her not my sister, not her grandmother. Yet here she was, smiling in his arms as though she’d known him forever.

He turned to leave, and I finally found my voice.

"Who are you and what is she to you?" I demanded.

He paused, slowly turning his head back toward me. "Oh, I forgot you were here," he said lightly. "But I thought I’d already acknowledged you."

He smiled faintly, his expression unreadable. "I am George—the Demon Lord. I’m sure the others must have mentioned me."

His voice was cold, each word rolled out like ice, sending chills down my spine.

"I... uh..." I stammered. "Drop her."

He tilted his head, feigning confusion. "Who?" he asked, his tone mocking.

"That baby! Drop her, she’s just a baby!"

"Are you talking about Heather?" He looked down at her, still smiling in his arms, then back at me. "I’m afraid I can’t grant that request. But if you have another one, feel free to ask."

"Let us go! Drop her and let us go!"

"I’m sorry," he said again, still in that icy calm tone, "but I can’t grant that either. You know, your request is rather hard to grant, Lady Aurora."

His words dripped with sarcasm.

"You need to drop her this instant!" I shouted. "What do you even want with a baby?"

He exhaled softly. "No, I don’t want anything from her—and it’s not what you’re thinking. You could simply say that Heather is one of us."

"One of you?" I repeated, frowning.

"Yes," he replied. "She is almost like us—considering she carries a special kind of blood within her."

"A special type of blood?" I echoed. "Are you even aware this girl has a twin brother—and parents—none of whom are anything like you?"

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