Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 96

Chapter 96: Wolf

*~Hazel’s POV~*

I am a Crescent. And yet... I can’t even walk out of this damned room.

I’ve tried. Again and again. My body gets as far as the door, my foot raised to step beyond the threshold and then I stopped. Like my soul tugs backward, screaming that leaving would be... wrong. Like I’d be breaking some law I never agreed to.

I don’t know where he is. I don’t know how far Cyrius has gone with his twisted compulsionns. But I know he’s the one keeping me in here.

I gave up. Dropping onto the soft, strange bed with a heavy breath, I let the babies settle beside me. Their tiny bodies pressed into my sides like warm, breathing reminders that I wasn’t alone.

The little girl...my daughter—began playing with my hair, coiling it around her small, chubby fingers. I watched her with quiet awe.

"Heather," I whispered, saying it again just to taste it on my tongue.

It didn’t sound bad anymore. It sounded... right. Whole...It fit her.

I nodded slowly. "Heather," I repeated, and she looked up at me like she knew what I said, like the name stitched itself into her spirit. She giggled softly, sweet and curious.

Then I looked at her brother. His dark lashes fluttered, his lips soft with sleep. He looked too much like Cayden. And gods help me, a little like Cyrius too. But his energy... there was something calmer, something gentler in him. Just like Caspian.

"Christian," I murmured, poking his cheek.

He turned his head and saints above smiled.

"That’s your name," I said, heart swelling. "Christian."

The boy blinked slowly like he accepted it. As if he’d been waiting for me to say it out loud.

Heather squealed again, grabbing my hand. Christian followed, his tiny fingers curling around mine. I looked down at our intertwined hands..my skin against theirs. My babies.

For a long moment, I just sat there. Breathing. Feeling. Living. Something I thought I’d never get to do again.

And then..,The door creaked open.

Cyrius.

I tensed, my joy dissolving into cold ash.He stepped inside slowly, eyes sweeping the scene like he owned it. His gaze lingered on the twins. "Ah," he said. "I see they’re getting used to you."

I didn’t reply.

He noticed the smile still ghosting on Christian’s lips. "And look at that. The boy is smiling. That’s rare." Then he raised a brow. "You named him?"

"Christian," I said without hesitation.

He tasted the name slowly, repeating it once. "Christian. Hmm. Sounds like Caspian."

I looked up sharply, glaring now. "I hope," Cyrius continued, "you’re not hoping he turns out like that goddamn backstabber."

I didn’t even think. My voice lashed out like a whip. "Caspian is more of a man than you will ever be."

Cyrius paused...His smile didn’t fade, but something in his eyes darkened.

"Careful, darling," he said, voice low and dangerous. "I can compel you never to raise your voice at me again. Never to say no to anything I want."

He walked closer, and I didn’t move.

His fingers reached out, barely grazing the skin of my neck, trailing slowly across my collarbone. The heat between us surged—burning, wild. I didn’t know if it was hatred, anger, or something deeper, something older. But it burned.

My body stiffened.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to strike him... or cry.

"You don’t own me," I said, voice trembling, low, but firm.

He smirked. "Don’t I?"

Christian whimpered beside me, sensing the tension. Heather pulled herself tighter into my side.

And that was when something snapped.

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