Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers Chapter 230: Snarky Leon

*~Aurora’s POV~*

I forced myself to look away from him, steadying my breath. Slowly, I managed to pull myself together.

The mont the council eting ended, everyone began to file out in silence. I rose and followed, Darius trailing quietly behind .

I needed space.

And more than that—I needed to think. Keeping him here in the High House was dangerous. I could already feel the stares, the doubts. It would be best to just teach him the basics and then send him away.

I led him to the place where I usually trained. I dropped my book onto the floor and turned.

He was standing right behind , watching with those calm, eager eyes. Like a puppy waiting for approval.

"Okay, so..." I began, stamring slightly as I tried to recall my own lessons. "I—uh—"

"It’s okay, Lady Aurora," Darius said softly. "Take your ti. I’m ready whenever you are."

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling. "Alright. The first step for any witch is learning the basic term—Versa."

"Versa," he repeated.

"Yes. Once you can pronounce it correctly, I’ll teach you how to channel your energy—how to pull it out and cast simple spells. After that, you’ll have the foundation you need."

He tilted his head slightly. "Is that all?"

I smiled faintly. "No. But with that basic knowledge, you’ll find your own path... if you manage to stay alive long enough to face wolves and crescents."

He gave a small chuckle, and I bent to pick up my book, placing it on a nearby rock. "Alright then, sir. Are you ready?"

"Oh yes," he said—and then suddenly began to remove his shirt. His smooth masculine form showing.

I froze mid-motion. "What are you—"

Before I could finish, a silver necklace slipped out from under his shirt. It swung gently as he caught it and opened the small locket, revealing a faded image inside.

"This," he said quietly, "belongs to my sister. She was taken by a pack for her witch blood. I don’t know what they wanted her for. But she’s the reason I want to get stronger—to find her."

I studied his expression. There was no hint of deceit in his voice—only pain. So I nodded. "Then we’d better get started."

He smiled, and for a mont, I almost smiled back.

We began with the hand gestures, the energy alignnt, and the control chants. To my surprise, it ca naturally to him. Too naturally.

Within minutes, he was forming clear energy rings and pulling raw air currents with precision. This is actually impressive of him!

We both muttered the command together. "Versa!"

Wind rushed around us—the tornado we summoned twisting into the air, almost evenly matched in strength.

I stared at him, astonished. "Wow. That’s... impressive. For a first-tir, this is remarkable."

"Thank you, Master Aurora," he said with a grin. Then quickly added, "I an—if I can call you that."

"Oh, you can," I said, smiling despite myself.

But as he lowered his hands, sothing about him made pause.

He was too fluent. His form was perfect, his control too refined.

Sothing wasn’t right....It was as if he didn’t need this training at all.

I glanced at him again, suspicion stirring beneath my calm. But before I could say anything, he moved to attempt a teleportation spell.

"Wait—Darius, that one’s advanced—"

Too late. He flicked his wrist the wrong way, the energy bursting out unevenly. He stumbled, fell, and hit the ground hard.

"Ah—ow!" he grunted, clutching his arm.

I gasped and rushed to his side. "You idiot! I said wait!"

He groaned softly, trying to laugh through the pain. "Guess I... skipped a few steps, huh?"

I’m sorry," I murmured, still flustered. "I shouldn’t have gone that far with the training. You’re still learning the basics—what was I even thinking?"

Darius chuckled softly, then reached up and pinched my cheek. "You don’t have to worry about it. It was my fault, really."

"No, it wasn’t," I sighed. "It’s just—this spell is too much for a beginner. You literally started training today, and I already tried teaching you teleportation. That’s on ."

He smiled weakly, clutching his arm. "You’re just... ambitious."

"More like careless," I muttered. "I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can go on like this today. Will you co to my room for a bit? Just to rest?"

"Oh—absolutely," he said.

I slipped an arm around his shoulders, letting him lean on . His grip tightened slightly, and I didn’t mind. He needed support—physically, at least.

We made our way back into the High House, his quiet grunts of pain echoing softly in the hallway.

Oh my Goddness, Aurora, what have I done?

We passed by Caspian, who was giving orders to a few wolves—probably preparing another search for the white-haired demons. Our eyes t briefly, but he didn’t say a word.

Thank the goddess Hazel warned him to leave and Darius alone. Bless that woman.

We were just about to reach my room when I saw him—Leon.

"Aurora, I need to talk to you. Right now."

I ignored him and turned to Darius instead. "Are you okay?"

Leon’s voice grew sharper. "Aurora, I said I need to talk to you."

I turned abruptly, glaring at him. "Can’t you see I’m busy? You can talk to another ti—maybe during another council eting, where you’ll get to make fun of again. Goodbye, childhood friend."

I started to walk away.

"Aurora, please," he said again, his tone softer this ti, almost desperate. "This is important. I need to talk to you now."

Sothing in his voice stopped .

He didn’t sound angry anymore. He sounded... like himself. The Leon I used to know.

I looked at him. His eyes weren’t cold or mocking, they were pleading.

"I’m coming," I whispered.

I helped Darius to my room, and he winced, holding his injured arm. "Please... don’t be too long," he said quietly. "I don’t think I can hold on."

"I’ll be quick," I promised, giving him a soft smile before stepping out and closing the door.

Leon was still standing there, right outside.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled away from the door. "What are you doing?" I hissed, jerking my hand free.

"What am I doing?" he shot back. "Why are you taking him inside your room?"

"So that’s what this is about?" I snapped. "You just want to interrogate about him again? Leon, I’m training him. That’s all you need to know. And why do you even care? You’re the one who told to stay away from you. I have. Isn’t that what you wanted?"

He swallowed hard. "Yes. I still want us to keep our distance. But Aurora—you can’t be with him."

My brows furrowed. "Why? What is your problem with him?"

His expression changed—fear, disbelief, and sothing darker flickering across his face.

"Because," he said slowly, his voice trembling, "I saw sothing. Sothing not right."

My heart skipped. "What do you an?"

He stepped closer, lowering his voice. "I believe you now, Aurora. Everything you said about the demons—about what you saw. I believe you."

I froze.

"I know what I saw," he continued, his gaze locking on mine. "That man inside your room... Darius..."

He took a deep breath.

"That’s not a wizard." he said My pulse began to pound.

Leon’s next words ca out like a punch..

"That guy is a white-haired demon."