Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237: Smart babies

*~Aurora’s POV~*

I settled myself and calmed my breathe and adjusted my gown.

"Hazel, and the others are outside," he said quickly. "They didn’t believe me when I said you were here. Come on—we need to go, now!"

He grabbed my hand and reached for the basket.

"What—Leon, wait!" I snapped, pulling back. "You can’t just walk out of here! They’ll be back any minute. We can’t escape, do you even know where we are? This place is fueled by magic,"

"You’re a witch you can break whatever spell they’ve cast here. Let’s go, right now." He pulled my arm.

Then I heard the demon lord footstep approaching.

"Someone’s here," I whispered. "He just went to get something."

"Then we’d better move before he comes back," Leon urged.

"No, you don’t get it!" I whispered sharply. "Why are you always this stubborn, Leon? You wouldn’t even be in this mess if you’d just listened to me before"

Footsteps... becoming more and more closer.

I gasped and immediately pressed my hand over Leon’s mouth. His eyes widened in surprise—and that’s when I realized how close we were. We hadn’t been this close since the ...... incident

I tore my hand away and gestured for him to hide. He nodded and slipped behind the huge wardrobe, crouching into the shadows.

The demon entered. His sharp gaze swept across the room.

"Something feels... strange," he muttered. "Is someone here?"

"No," I said quickly, forcing calm into my voice.

He stepped closer to Heather’s basket. Christian was standing protectively beside her, his small hands clenched.

"How did he—?" the demon frowned.

"He teleported," I said quietly. "You didn’t really think you could take one twin without the other showing up, did you? You said it yourself—they’re incredibly powerful. You made a mistake bringing one of them here."

"Well," the demon murmured, crouching near Christian, "does he know that once he’s here, he can never leave?"

"As long as it’s for his sister, he’ll stay," I said, my voice firm. "And I’ll stay too. Nothing will happen to them while I’m here."

He straightened up, smirking. "I doubt you’ll be able to protect them if danger comes. But there’s no harm for now. Since Heather’s brother is here to take care of her, I suppose that’s for the best. She won’t cry—with her sweet little brother around."

He gave me a strange, tight smile and handed me a bottle. "Here. Milk. But I only brought one. I’ll grab another to—dissolve their hunger, shall we say."

He turned toward the door—but froze.

He was standing right in front of the wardrobe.

"I thought you said," he murmured, voice low and dangerous, "that there was no one else here."

"What are you saying?" I stammered. "There’s no one here! You must be hallucinating."

His gaze burned with fury as he lunged toward me.

Before I could move, he grabbed my head and slammed it against the wall—so hard the wall cracked. Blood spilled from my mouth, my knees buckling beneath me. My bones felt like they were melting. I had never taken a hit like that before.

I glared up at him through the pain, blood on my lips. "Don’t you know how to treat a woman?" I hissed. "Who throws a woman against a wall like that?"

He raised his hand again, ready to strike—

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