Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260: Manly Aurora

*~Leon’s POV~*

"I asked you a question," she said, stretching her arms out defensively, her eyes narrowed.

But I couldn’t speak. My throat went dry. Why was she acting like this? Why was she so... different? Was she out of her mind? Or worse—was this even Aurora at all?

"Who are you?" I demanded, my voice rising before I could stop it.

"I should be asking you that!" she snapped back. "Why would you ask me who I am when you’re the one acting weird? And—wait a minute..." Her gaze dropped to the red gown she was wearing. Her brow furrowed. "Why am I in a wedding dress?"

I froze, watching her confusion deepen.

"Am I getting married?" she murmured. "Is there something wrong with my head? I can’t remember anything..."

"Yes, Aurora. You were—"

"Oh my God!" she suddenly gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. "Where is my husband?"

"What?" I blurted out, utterly thrown.

"I was getting married, right?" she said, gesturing at her gown. "For me to be in this, I must’ve been getting married. Where is he? Where is my husband? He must know what’s going on!"

She started walking away, but I quickly grabbed her arm.

"Where are you going?"

"I’m going to find my husband!" she snapped, jerking against my grip. "Maybe we were in the middle of our wedding and something happened that made me forget everything. Maybe he knows!" She turned to me sharply, eyes flashing. "Are you my husband?"

I blinked, stunned.

"Answer me!" she demanded. "Are you my husband?"

"No, I—" I stopped. The sound of demons echoing through the trees grew louder, closer. I didn’t have time for this.

"Yes," I said quickly, grabbing her shoulders. "Yes, I’m your husband."

She froze. "What?"

"I’m your husband, Aurora. It’s me."

Her confusion only deepened. "How are you my husband?"

"I’ll explain later," I said urgently, glancing toward the sound of footsteps closing in. "Right now, we have to move."

"Then why aren’t you in your wedding clothes?" she asked, suspicious.

"Because I changed," I lied quickly. "I was looking for you. You ran off before we could finish the ceremony."

She frowned, eyes darting around. "What happened to me? Where’s my headband? My mom and dad? My sister? Why am I even getting married? And why are you suddenly protecting me?"

I grabbed her hand tightly. "I’ll explain everything, Aurora. I promise. But right now, if we don’t leave, we’re both dead."

Without giving her the chance to argue, I scooped her up again and took off running—faster this time. Her body tensed, but she didn’t fight me. Not like before.

I kept going, not stopping until the forest broke open and the faint lights of civilization appeared ahead. The smell of pine gave way to the scent of salt and smoke.

When I was sure we were far enough, I stopped and set her down gently.

She stumbled slightly, her eyes wide as she looked around. "Where... where is this place?"

I turned and stared at the massive sign just ahead, my chest heaving as I caught my breath.

Painted in bold, chipped letters were the words:

"Welcome to California."

My breath hitched.

I scanned the area—streets lined with small shops, humans mingling with wolves, and faint traces of pack markings on the walls.

We’d made it out.

And from the scents around us, I could tell..Most of them were wolves.

I immediately halted and stopped one of the nearby wolves walking past us.

"I’m sorry," I said, trying to sound calm, "please—where are we?"

The wolf turned, his piercing yellow eyes scanning me from head to toe. Then his gaze shifted to Aurora, and his expression darkened. He took a cautious step closer to me, lowering his voice.

"You’re in California—the Riverdale Pack," he said. "You seem to be a visitor."

I nodded. "Yes. I just... found myself here."

He leaned closer, his tone dropping to a warning whisper. "Then I’ll give you some advice, brother. That lady behind you will bring you nothing but trouble."

"What?" I frowned, glancing back at Aurora. "What do you mean?"

He gave her another sharp look. "I can smell it on her. She’s a witch."

My chest tightened.

"This pack hates witches," he continued firmly. "If they find out she’s here, she won’t last long. Take my word for it—leave her while you still can. I can tell you’re not from around here, but I can also tell you’re a wolf. Don’t let her ruin your life."

He gave me one last look, his eyes filled with grim warning. "I’ve seen what happens to people who protect witches. Don’t make that mistake."

And with that, he walked away, disappearing into the crowd of wolves passing by.

I turned to Aurora.

"Husband," she called, looking up at me with that same wide-eyed innocence. "What did he say?"

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