Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 261

Chapter 261: New home.

*~Leon’s POV~*

"So... do I look manly enough now?" she asked, spinning around in her oversized clothes.

"Yes, you look manly enough, Harara," I said as we walked out of the store. I finished paying the store owner and caught up to her.

"Well, we need to do something about my name. If I want to identify as a man, then I must have a man’s name." She placed her hands on her hips. "So what kind of name would you want me to have, husband?"

I thought for a moment. "How about... Eric?"

"Eric?" She blinked. "Do I look like an Eric?"

I looked her up and down—oversized jacket, short hair, the tiniest frame ever. She definitely looked like a feminine, confused little man.

"Yes," I said. "You look like an Eric."

"Okay then, if you say so, husband." She breathed.

"You need to stop calling me that." I quickly said turning around to see if the store owner heard that.

"Why? You are my husband. Why would I stop calling you husband?" She asked confused to the core.

"Because it’s weird. Why would a man call another man husband?" I shook my head

She paused... then slowly nodded. "Oh. That makes sense."

She spun around again. "I need to start doing basic man stuff. If I want to be a man, I must act like a man. And I’m just a little girl."

"How old are you?" I asked.

"I’m seven," she said with a straight face.

I blinked. "Seven? Aurora—you are nineteen. You are NOT seven."

She frowned. "But the last birthday I remember... I was seven."

"Something happened," I said gently. "But you’re nineteen. My wife is nineteen."

"What happened to my memories?" she asked, confused.

I scratched my head. "Let’s just say... you lost them. And you’ll get them back soon."

"Actually..." she mumbled, "...maybe I don’t want them back. I don’t know why, but something doesn’t feel right whenever I imagine remembering anything."

A knot twisted in my stomach. She really didn’t want her old memories.

She really wanted a fresh start.

"Well... you don’t need to force anything," I said softly. "You can live your life as Eric."

She nodded firmly. "So what’s the first basic thing about being a man? What do I need to know?"

"Being a man is tough, Eric. Being a man means a lot. And you have the brain of a seven-year-old girl, so I don’t believe you can actually be a man."

"Oh! That’s an insult!" She smacked my shoulder. "I’m strong enough to be a man! I’m sure of it. What is so hard about being a man? Is it carrying swords? Because I can carry a sword—watch!"

She rushed toward a nearby sword stand. The moment she lifted one of the swords, it dropped her straight to the ground with its weight.

I bit my tongue to stop myself from laughing. "Yes... I see how well you’re handling the whole ’man’ thing."

"Well—maybe I can’t hold a sword," she grumbled, "but I can ride a horse! I’ve seen men ride horses!"

My eyes widened. "Eric, don’t—"

But I was too late.

She spotted a horse tied to a post and sprinted for it. Before I could reach her, she freed the horse. The moment she mounted it, the horse went wild, bucking aggressively.

She flew off and landed hard on her back.

I rushed to her and grabbed her shoulders. "You can’t run around acting crazy! You’re undercover—do you understand? You’re not supposed to be here at all. And now you’re causing trouble."

"I’m sorry, husb—" she said as I suddenly cut her off.

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