Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 86: They did!

*~Hazel’s POV~*

The first thing I noticed was the ceiling. It wasn’t spinning anymore, but my head still throbbed like a drum being pounded from the inside.

My mouth was dry, my limbs heavy, and there was the faint taste of something sour on my tongue..alcohol. Strong, lingering alcohol.

"What the hell..." I mumbled, sitting up slowly.

I was in my bed. Tucked in neatly, even. How the hell had I gotten here? I didn’t remember walking myself upstairs. I must’ve passed out and forced someone..probably multiple someones to drag me here like a sack of potatoes. They probably had to bribe a few omegas just to carry me without dropping me down the stairs. Ugh.

I winced at the thought.

Then the memories started to flood in, like a slow-motion car crash I couldn’t stop watching. Cayden’s eyes, the warmth in his voice, the damn alcohol in my system making me too honest. I groaned and pressed both hands against my face, hiding from the shame crawling up my neck.

Oh god.

Did I actually tell Cayden I wanted my babies to look like him? Out loud? With words?

"I must’ve been out of my mind," I muttered, dragging a pillow over my face.

Sure, he has a very good feature but did I have to say it with passion? Right to his face?

What the hell was I thinking?

I tossed the pillow aside, suddenly aware of how still the house was. There were no footsteps, no chatter, no howling omegas prepping for a party. Just silence.

Where was Cayden, anyway?

And why was everything so... quiet?

Then came the crash.

A loud, jarring crash from downstairs—followed by a growl so raw, so guttural, it sent goosebumps down my arms.

My heart stopped..Something was wrong. Was that... was that Cayden?

I swung my legs off the bed, but the room tilted. The alcohol still danced through my veins, making my knees wobbly and my vision just a little too bright.

"Come on, Hazel," I whispered, steadying myself against the bedpost. "Brace yourself. Breathe. You’re okay."

But I wasn’t okay. Not really. The last time I felt this dizzy and breathless was when I first realized I was pregnant. And now, the feeling was back—but paired with dread.

My babies.

Were they downstairs already? Were they throwing a party? Was that what the noise was? No—something felt off.

Still, I took a deep breath, forcing a smile to chase away the unease. You’re going to see them, I reminded myself. You’re going to hold them. You’re going to be happy.

I hadn’t felt this kind of anticipation in months. It filled my chest like light spilling into darkness. Maybe I could finally start healing. Maybe I could give them the kind of childhood I never had—a home full of love instead of fear. Joy instead of trauma.

I pushed the door open and stepped into the hallway, still trying to convince myself the noise I heard was just excitement—maybe a party, maybe the twins were finally back, and everyone was celebrating downstairs.

But that wasn’t a party. Not even close.

The air grew heavier with every step I took, each footfall leading me closer to something wrong. Growls echoed off the walls, low and vicious like wolves mid-battle. When I reached the bottom of the staircase, I stopped cold.

The entire room looked like a warzone.

Cayden stood in the center, chest rising and falling with rapid fury, his eyes glowing that deep, dangerous amber I’d only ever seen when he lost control. Caspian was hunched beside him, his face turned away like he couldn’t bear to look. Aurora clutched Leon tightly, tears streaming silently down her face. Sir Claus was kneeling beside Mrs. Anna—my in-laws—who sat cradling two small bundles in her arms, swaddled in cloth.

My heart skipped.

My babies.

Mrs. Anna was holding them.

So why did her shoulders tremble like that? Why were her lips quivering like she was praying? Why was everyone kneeling? Mourning?

And then... I saw him.

A body, pale and motionless, stretched out across the floor. Blue-tinged. Lifeless. Familiar.

"Cyrius..." I whispered, my voice catching.

He was dead—or dying. Good. Maybe he tried to take the twins again and they killed him. Maybe that’s why everyone was upset. It had to be. noveldrama

I took a few cautious steps forward, my eyes still darting between faces, trying to understand the mood. No one was celebrating. No one was smiling. Not even relief. Just rage... and grief.

"Wait—what’s going on?" I said, my voice cracking. "Why is everyone so serious? My babies are here, right?"

I looked straight at Cayden. "Cayden? Why are you looking at me like that?"

No one answered. Not right away.

Then Cayden slowly turned to me. His face was pale, hollow, and his lips trembled when he opened them.

"They’re... no more."

My heart stopped. "What?"

"They’re no more, Hazel."

I blinked. "What does that even mean? What kind of stupid riddle is that?" My voice climbed, shrill and disbelieving. "Is that Cyrius? Did he try to take them again? Did he attack? Did he...?"

"Hazel," Caspian said softly, stepping toward me.

I took a shaky step back. I knew that tone. That gentle, too-soft tone people used when something horrible happened. I’d heard it before. Too many times. When someone died. When someone was gone.

"No," I whispered. "No, no. Don’t come near me."

"Hazel," Cayden said, stepping closer. "You need to hear this."

I shook my head, eyes darting toward the bundles in Mrs. Anna’s arms. "No. No. Don’t say it. My babies... they’re here. I can see them."

"Hazel..." Caspian began again.

"Don’t touch me!" I screamed, backing away. "Stop looking at me like that! This...this isn’t happening. This is not happening."

Mrs. Anna stood up slowly, her face soaked with tears. She approached me carefully, the two cloth-wrapped bundles in her arms.

"Hazel," she whispered, "you need to be strong."

"Don’t!" I snapped, my hands flinging forward to push her back. "Don’t say that. Don’t you dare tell me to be strong. My babies are fine. They’re—"

But then I looked.

I really looked.

My eyes dropped to the two tiny faces wrapped in the blankets. And the breath left my lungs.

Their skin... it was blue.

Their chests weren’t moving.

There was no light. No warmth. No flicker of life behind their closed eyelids.

I dropped to my knees. My lips parted, but no sound came out.

"No..." I whispered. "No, this—this isn’t them. These aren’t my babies. My babies are full of light. My babies are warm. They breathe. They kick. They—"

My voice broke but I already knew.

Even as I tried to deny it, even as I scanned their little features and touched their tiny, cold hands, I knew.

What...?