Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers Chapter 224: White demons

*~Gabrielle’s POV~*

Confusion swirled in my head. What did he even an by that?

"You know what? I’m not listening to you, Caden," I snapped. "Soone’s life is in danger right now, and if I don’t go inside, I don’t know what will happen."

"Aurora, I’m very sorry," he said, his voice heavy with guilt, "but you can’t go in."

"Why not?"

"Because... Leon is getting married."

I froze. "What?"

"You don’t want him to see you after what happened between the two of you," Caden continued, eyes filled with pity. "I can’t let you go inside—for your sake, his, and his wife’s."

My breath hitched. His wife?

"No," I whispered, almost stumbling back. "He’s getting married?"

Caden nodded. "He proposed last night, and now... the ceremony’s happening today."

My head spun. What in the hell is happening? Just yesterday, he was telling how much he loved , and now he’s—married?

But I didn’t have ti to process that heartbreak. I shook my head. "I’m not talking about right now, Caden. I’m not the problem. Hazel’s life is in danger."

He frowned. "What do you an?"

I hesitated. Should I tell him? If I did, Caden would lose his mind—and we couldn’t afford chaos right now. Hazel needed to hear this first. She’d know what to do.

Just then, the High House doors opened. My sister stepped out with Hazel beside her, both of them deep in conversation. The mont my sister’s eyes t mine, she went pale—like all the blood drained from her face. Hazel, realizing what was happening, quickly turned and shut the doors behind her, blocking anyone else from coming out or going in.

They both rushed toward .

"Aurora?" my sister gasped, pulling into a tight hug. "Please tell you didn’t co back because you heard he’s getting married—"

"Oh, Aurora, I’m so happy you’re back," Hazel said, smiling through her confusion. "I knew you wouldn’t leave."

"Hazel," I breathed, swallowing hard. "Soone’s life is in danger."

"What do you an, Aurora?" she asked, her expression turning grave.

"Hazel..." I looked around to make sure no one was listening. "Her life is in danger. So white-haired demons are after her."

And then—ha ha ha ha—we heard so ladylike giggles echoing from behind. I turned, and there they were: Natasha and her mother, Selene , strutting into the room like they owned it.

"Why is the High House door closed?" Natasha asked, her voice dripping with mock innocence. Then her eyes landed on , and her jaw dropped. "Oh my gods—the Witch of the West is back, Mother."

Selene’s lips curled into a smirk. "I thought you announced to the pack that Aurora was gone," she said, pointing sharply at Hazel.

Hazel swallowed. "Well, I never said she was gone forever. And Aurora is a mber of my pack. I can do whatever I want with my people—she’s very much welco."

"She’s very much welco back," Lilith added firmly.

Natasha rolled her eyes and turned to . "Why are you even here? Don’t you have a shred of dignity left? Did you co back to steal my brother-in-law away from us, you horrible witch?"

"No." I took a step forward. "I’m here because soone’s life is in danger."

Their faces twisted in confusion. I clenched my fists. "I don’t think I should keep this a secret anymore—everyone needs to know. Hazel’s daughter is in danger."

Hazel froze.

"We need to act now," I pressed. "I was on my way out when I was attacked. My carriage was ambushed by wolves, and then—then these things appeared. They had white hair, all of them, and they sucked the life out of every wolf they touched. They killed them—drained them dry. Luckily, I managed to hide, and I heard them ntion a na."

I looked directly at Hazel. "They said they’ve made appearances to her."

The room went still.

And then Natasha and her mother burst out laughing.

"Oh, Mother," Natasha scoffed, "I told you she was pathetic."

"Oh please," Selene said, waving her hand, "do you really expect us to believe one of your made-up witch stories? Demons?" She let out another mocking laugh. "You’re ridiculous."

Selene stepped closer, her perfu choking the air. "Today is my daughter’s wedding day. The last thing we need is your bad witch luck hanging around. So, please, crawl back to wherever you ca from. Whatever pathetic thod you’re using to weasel your way back into Leon’s life—it’s not going to work. Leave, or I’ll start believing you’ve got no dignity left."

"Enough!" Hazel’s voice cracked through the tension. "Did you hear what she said? They’ve made appearances—to her."

"Yes, Hazel, please believe ," I said quickly. "There’s no reason for to lie about this."

Hazel turned sharply to Cayden. "I told you, Cayden! I told you Heather has been seeing things!"

"Oh, co on," Cayden argued. "We’re not believing this. Demons? What even are those? I’ve never heard of such a thing. And why would they know Heather? There’s no way what Aurora saw is real."

"No," Hazel said firmly. "I believe Aurora."

Everyone went quiet.

Hazel’s eyes glistened as she turned back to . "My daughter’s been saying things... She keeps staring at the sun—staring out the window like she sees sothing we don’t. I’ve caught her crawling to the window twice, watching people no one else can see. And the day she went missing—on my coronation day—I found her staring at the sun. It wasn’t burning her eyes, Aurora. She wasn’t blinking."

My breath caught. "Oh my god, Hazel," I whispered. "That ans... whatever you saw was true."

"So... are we saying Heather is in trouble?" my sister asked, and the whole room went silent.

Hazel didn’t even respond—she bolted. She dashed into the High House, and I ran right after her.

The wedding ca to a screeching halt. Leon and Sophia were sitting side by side while people surrounded them, offering congratulations, but the mont Hazel sprinted past, all eyes turned our way.

Leon’s gaze caught mine for half a second—pure shock flashing across his face. But I tore my eyes away and kept running.

We stord up the stairs to the twins’ chamber, and the mont Hazel threw open the door, my heart almost leapt out of my chest.

Only Christian was sleeping peacefully in his crib. Heather was gone.

"Oh my gods—where is she?!" Hazel scread.

I fell to my knees, covering my mouth. "They’ve co for her," I whispered, trembling. "No, no, no..."

Hazel’s eyes went wild. "I know where she is!" she said suddenly, then took off running again.

I followed her imdiately. Caden and my sister caught up, and Lilith wasn’t far behind. By now, the entire wedding had collapsed into chaos—people rushing after us, trying to understand what was happening.

Hazel ran all the way to the top floor of the High House, and that’s where we saw her—Heather. Crawling out from behind a chair, tears streaming down her little face, staring out the window as if begging soone not to leave.

"My baby!" Hazel cried, rushing forward to scoop her up.

But Heather didn’t even look at her mother. She just kept crying, reaching toward the window, sobbing sothing none of us could understand.

And then I saw it—her tiny fingers tangled in white strands.

My heart froze. I rushed forward, gently prying the strands from her hands. They glimred faintly under the light—like silken threads from another realm.

I held them up. "Hazel..."

She looked—and gasped. A small scream escaped her lips. "Oh my god," she whispered, clutching Heather tight. "Whatever Aurora’s saying—it’s true. There are people after my babies."

Caden stepped in, taking the strands from . He examined them, his jaw tightening. "Heather pulls hair," he said slowly, his voice trembling. "Maybe when... when they ca, she grabbed one of them. She pulled his hair..." He trailed off, realization dawning.

"Oh, moon goddess..." he whispered. "First it was Dahlia, then Crescents, then Vampire—now demons?"

He looked at , eyes wide. "Tell this is a lie, Aurora."

"I wish I could say this is a lie," I whispered, throat tight. "But the evidence is right in front of us."

Hazel’s face went white. "I knew sothing was wrong," she said. "Where is Caspian?" She hugged Heather to her chest and started toward the stairs. "I thought this would be a peaceful, successful reign." Her voice cracked on the last word.

I turned to Cayden. He swallowed, jaw tight. "Who are these things?" he demanded. "Tell where they are. I’ll tear their heads off myself if I have to."

"Cayden—" Hazel began, but I cut in. "They sang. The wolves didn’t even fight back. They just... fell. The way she moved—she kissed them and they dropped like they’d been drugged. She drained them. Their souls went into her."

Cayden’s fingers flexed into a fist. "You’re telling they just walked up and took them?"

"They’re more powerful than we thought," I said. "Not wolves, not humans. They’re sothing else—sothing older."

Cayden shook his head. "You think I’m just any wolf?" he snapped. "I’m a wolf with dark magic in my veins. I have transford into a monster before."

"I know," I said.

" describe them."

"They had white hair," I replied, the image still burning in my mind. "Every one of them—too beautiful, too perfect. Like statues co to life. Ethereal. Terrifying."

Cayden’s eyes flashed. He snapped his fingers in front of . "Stop fantasizing for a second, Aurora. These things have my daughter’s life in their hands."

The words yanked back. "I’m sorry," I said, embarrassed and angry at myself. "They were just—unreal. I nearly got lost in them."

Hazel turned sharply, anger flaring. "Tell where they went. Right now."

"They vanished into the trees, then the air—like smoke," I answered. "They left traces, but it’s like they stepped out of our world."

Cayden’s jaw thudded as he made a decision. "I’ll go after them," he said, voice steel. "I’ll gut whatever those things are and bring their heads back."

"No," Hazel said imdiately, fierce and pale. "You don’t go alone. We can’t risk any of us dying."

Cayden’s eyes softened for a heartbeat when they t Hazel’s, then he nodded. "We’ll move together. But by the goddess, we end this. We protect our children."