Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93: Family...

*~Hazel’s POV~*

It’s not every day you wake up to see your dead babies alive and crying.

And it’s definitely not every day you wake up to see your supposedly dead mate, the one who caused the death of those babies... standing right in front of you like nothing happened.

My entire body shivered as I instinctively backed away. I glanced around the room, confused, trembling. Where am I?

Where’s Cayden? Where’s Aurora?

Why would they bring me here? Why would they let him bring me here? Why would they let a dead body take me away?

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I turned my head again, almost afraid to look but there they were. The babies. My babies. Still Crying.

No.No, no, no.

This has to be a dream. Some sick, twisted nightmare. I pinched myself. Hard. Nails dug into skin. But I didn’t wake up.

This was real. And then my gaze shifted..past the babies, past the surreal warmth in my chest and landed straight on him.

Cyrius...Standing there like he hadn’t torn my world apart.. I narrowed my eyes, my fleece brushing past as I stepped forward. "Why did you kidnap me?" I snapped. "What are you doing here, alive?"

His expression was unreadable, calm in a way that only fueled my panic. No..this couldn’t be real. But everything about it was.

"We never died," he said, voice low and careful. "We were summoned. A part of us, anyway. You all just assumed we were dead."

I blinked. My head was spinning.

"You’re saying you’re not dead?" I asked. "What do you mean ’summoned’? Who summoned you? And why the hell did you bring me here?"

My voice cracked at the end, rising into desperation. But my eyes..my soul—kept going back to them...To the babies. They were still crying.

I rushed forward, heart pounding as I scooped them into my arms, whispering their names, touching their soft faces. My baby girl smiled, flashing the toothless mouth. My baby boy was still asleep, peaceful like nothing ever touched him.

"Oh my God..." They were warm. Their little hearts beat against my chest. .

And then they both began to cry louder, clinging to my dress like they remembered me, like they were begging me not to disappear again. My baby girl gripped the fabric tight, her wails stirring her brother awake in my arms.

I held them closer. Tighter. My arms trembling from the weight of emotion more than the weight of their bodies. They needed food. Milk...Instinct took over.

Without a second thought, I moved to a quiet corner and turned my back to Cyrius. My hands were shaking, but my body... it knew. I didn’t know how to breastfeed...but something in me did.

I unhooked the back of my gown with shaky fingers, pulled it down gently, and brought out my breasts. I guided the right one to my son’s mouth and the left to my daughter’s.

They latched instantly and just like that, they stopped crying. Eyes closed. Sucking softly. Safe. At peace.

Something inside me...something I thought had died with them lit up again. A piece of my soul I thought was gone came surging back.

They’re not dead. My babies are not dead.

It was still sinking in.

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