Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69: Pregnant mother

Author’s POV...

The moment Caspian left the room, closing the door behind him, Lilith stepped forward and stood in front of Hazel, her eyes unreadable.

Hazel’s breath trembled, her hands curling into fists. "Hasn’t it sunk in yet?" she snapped. "I’m not turning it on. I’m not helping you find any damn babies."

Her voice cracked at the end, a mixture of fury and helplessness. But Lilith didn’t flinch. Instead, she offered a soft, almost broken smile.

"I no longer care whether you turn it on or not," she said quietly. "I just have some memories to show you."

"I don’t want the memories," Hazel shouted, her voice rising like a wave. "I just want to be free!"

Lilith didn’t respond with more words. Instead, she stepped forward, gently placing both hands on Hazel’s head.

"You’ll be free... after I show you this."

And then she began to chant.

The air snapped. The atmosphere shifted, thickening with magic and dread. Hazel’s world began to spin as the room blurred, folding in on itself. Light bled into shadow. Sound turned to silence.

And then...Crunch.

Hazel’s boots hit the floor of a strange, brittle landscape.

Dead leaves cracked beneath her feet.

She blinked. Everything around her was foreign—like she’d stepped into another dimension entirely. The trees were bare and the air unnaturally still, cold, and tinted in gray hues.

She turned and froze.

A girl stood by a large rock just a few feet away. No, not a girl...a woman. She was heavily pregnant, her body bent with pain, clutching her belly as she struggled to breathe. Her long dark hair stuck to her sweat-drenched forehead.

Hazel’s heart dropped.

The woman... looked exactly like her.

"What the hell..." Hazel whispered.

But this didn’t make sense. She had no memory of ever being here. When she gave birth, she was with Aurora. Not... this. Not alone in some cursed forest, crying out against stone.

Her body moved before her thoughts did she stepped closer to the woman, eyes wide, breath shallow.

As Hazel drew closer, the illusion cracked.

It was her mother. Lilith.

Pregnant. Groaning in agony. Writhing against the rock as if she was reliving something that should never have been remembered.

"Is she messing with my memories?" Hazel whispered, dread growing in her chest. "Damn it... I need to get out of here."

She spun around. But there was no exit.

Only trees. Endless trees. The same barren trunks repeating like a pattern etched by magic.

She started to run. Left. Right. Through shadows. Over roots. Between the branches.

But no matter where she went... she always ended up in the same place.

The same clearing....The same rock. The same groaning woman...her mother, still twisting in pain.

"YOU!" she shouted, her voice echoing like thunder across the false world. "What are you doing to me?!"

No response almost like she was not present there.

She kept turning. Pacing. Wincing. Her body writhing with every contraction. The pain etched deep lines into her face as she cried out again.

Lilith was in agony.

And yet, she still whispered to herself through clenched teeth, her voice trembling but determined.

"You’ve got this... You’ve got this. Push now. You can do this, Lilith..."

She carefully lowered herself to the cold ground, her back arching as she adjusted her legs, preparing to deliver the baby herself. Alone. In the middle of a cursed forest. Her hands trembled as she gripped the soil, legs shaking.

Hazel stood frozen, unable to breathe, watching the woman who birthed her... suffer.

It was surreal. Like watching a stranger wearing her face.

Lilith threw her head back and screamed as she began to push.

The effort was immense. Her face turned pale. Veins bulged from her neck. Her cries echoed across the empty woods, bouncing off tree trunks like a warning.

One minute passed then two... then three but still...nothing.

The baby wouldn’t come. "No..." Lilith sobbed, tears slipping down her face. "No, no, no..."

Hazel felt her throat tighten. She stepped forward instinctively, as if to help...only for her hand to pass straight through Lilith’s shoulder.

What the...? She tried again.

Her fingers went right through, as if Lilith’s body was made of smoke.

"What the hell..." Hazel whispered. "You can’t hear me... and now I can’t even touch you?"

But... why this memory?

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