Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251: Red gown.

*~Aurora’s POV~*

"Tomorrow is your wedding."

The words hit like a dagger. My heart almost tore itself apart just hearing them leave Aurora’s mouth.

I blinked once. Twice. "...What?"

"Tomorrow is your wedding," she repeated, her tone steady, matter-of-fact—as if she hadn’t just sentenced me to the rest of my life.

"No way," I whispered, shaking my head slowly. "No fucking way."

My pulse was pounding in my ears as I looked around the room—at the flurry of demon stylists moving like shadows, at the fabric, the jewelry. Everything was already being prepared. Dresses, decorations, accessories, vows I hadn’t even written.

Why was this happening so fast?

"Why the hell is everyone in such a hurry to do all of this?" I snapped, stepping back as one of the stylists tried to pin fabric against my waist. "Why is there such a rush to put a ring on my finger?"

Aurora—or the version of her standing here—just gave a soft shrug, her eyes flicking toward Rebecca, who was watching the whole thing with a smug smile.

"Darius likes his things done fast," Rebecca said lightly, her voice sugary and sharp all at once. "He probably can’t wait to put a ring on your finger and fill your womb with babies."

I froze.

My heart stuttered. "I’m sorry—what?"

She grinned, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Fill my womb with babies?" I repeated under my breath, a nervous laugh escaping before I could stop it. "What am I, some kind of baby-making machine?"

The stylists didn’t react. They just kept fussing around me, pulling out bolts of cloth and holding them up against my skin like I wasn’t even there.

I chuckled again—hollow, bitter. "Unbelievable."

Finally, they held up the gown they’d chosen—a dark-toned dress that was almost black but not quite. I took it hesitantly, slipping it on. The fabric was soft and cold at the same time, like smoke wrapped in silk.

When I turned to the mirror, I frowned.

It wasn’t me.

The gown was elegant, yes—but not the kind of elegant that made me feel powerful. It was just... beautiful in a lifeless way.

"Perhaps I should wear white instead," I murmured.

Rebecca laughed. "White? Oh, come on. Hazel wore white. Do you really want to copy her?"

I looked back at my reflection. No. She was right. It didn’t suit me anyway.

But red...

My gaze drifted across the room—and then I saw it.

The demons were bringing in another gown, one draped in deep, scarlet silk. The color glowed like embers under candlelight.

A red wedding gown...My breath caught....That was the one.

"This!" I said, pointing to it sharply. "This one."

The way we’d planned—quietly, foolishly—to save up until we could afford the perfect wedding gown. My red gown.

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