Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 247

Chapter 247: Future couples

*~Aurora’s POV~*

"Enough talking about babies when you two aren’t even married yet," she said, rolling her eyes. "We originally came here for your wedding dress. And turns out, the people aren’t even around. We’ll check back later."

"So what are we doing now?" I asked.

"We’re going back. Darius would lose his mind if he knew I brought his fiancée out without his permission."

I crossed my arms. "He doesn’t own me. I can go out whenever I want. If I’m going to live here, I should at least know every nook and cranny of this place."

"Oh, you should?" she said with a half-smile. "Yeah, I’m not denying that. But at the same time, maybe you just don’t know Darius well enough yet. He’s not the kind of man who lets others touch what he owns."

"He does not own me," I snapped.

"Not yet," she replied quietly. "But once he marries you—every demon owns his wife. That’s just how it is."

I narrowed my eyes. "Will your husband own you?"

"No," she said flatly. "I’m too strong-headed to submit to a demon. I never thought I’d get married, honestly. I can’t live under a demon man’s control."

"I can’t either," I said under my breath.

She smirked. "If you can’t be submissive, what makes you think you’ll last here? You don’t really have a choice, Aurora. Just... do the right thing."

She squeezed my hand gently and led me back to the main hall. When we arrived, she escorted me to my room and shut the door behind me.

I just stood there, staring at the walls that now felt like a cage.

So this is how it’s going to be? Locked away every time, like some fragile treasure that can’t breathe without permission?

And absolutely not— I would never be submissive to some damn wolf. I am Aurora.

I looked down at my hands, staring hard at them, trying to sense even the faintest trace of my power. Nothing. Not a flicker. Not a hum. Not even the warmth that usually tingled beneath my skin.

It was gone.

I should have gotten myself out of here when I still had the chance—together with Leon. But I didn’t have enough magic to cast that kind of massive spell. I could only teleport one of us, and I chose him.

My chest tightened painfully. He probably wouldn’t even notice I was gone. There’s another Aurora now—an imitation, walking and breathing in my place. Maybe, just maybe, one of them would notice something off... but no. That sounded too foolish, too hopeful.

Who would notice?

No one.

They’d barely realize the Aurora with them is fake. They’d move on. They’d live.

I buried my face in my lap, trying not to cry. The lump in my throat was unbearable. But gods, it was hard not to—

"Versa!"

I shouted the spell word, stretching my hand out desperately. Nothing. Not even a spark.

Annoyance twisted into my gut until it became pain. I clenched, biting back a groan. "Argh! Why?"

Maybe... maybe it’s not that bad. Maybe it’s just me hallucinating the pain. It’s not like anyone’s waiting for me back home.

Except my sister.

The one I’d just reconciled with.

But even she wouldn’t feel my absence—she’d think she still had me. She’d think I was there, living normally. They all would. Eventually, everyone would get used to the replacement.

Sure, they might notice something strange—little things. A look, a tone, a flicker of energy that doesn’t match. But they’d brush it off as trauma. "Poor Aurora," they’d say. "Still shaken by what Leon did to her."

And Leon... maybe he’d know it wasn’t me. Maybe deep down he’d feel it. But who would believe him? His reputation with me was already ruined.

And the chances of him finding out that that is a fake and it is one standing there pretending— is very low.

I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t hope. Hope was dangerous.

So I’d just stay here.

Darius isn’t that bad, right? He’s tall, strong, built like a god—handsome in a way that could make any female blush. He’s every girl’s dream.

I’ll get used to him. I’ll learn to live with him. Maybe we’ll even make powerful children, just like they said. "Our babies will rule the demon lands."

I forced myself to smile at the thought.

"Well... that’s not that bad," I muttered to myself. "At least I’ll be taken care of. No more pain, no more sorrow."

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