Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers Chapter 258: Peace

*~Aurora’s POV~*

I need a break. A big break away from all of this.

I need my body and my soul to be at rest.

I don’t deserve to live like this—constantly in trouble, constantly fighting battles that never seem to end. At a very young age, I lost my parents, got separated from my sister, and was trained under a rciless witch. I was making life-changing decisions at the age of eight. I joined a pack that never appreciated . And now, to top it off, im a runaway bride.

The only importance of our marriage is to bear a child. That’s all I am to him—a ans to an end.

I don’t deserve this life.

I deserve a life like Hazel’s. Sotis, I’m jealous of her. Yes, she started off with pain and suffering, but now she’s thriving, raising her babies, surrounded by love. But ? I also started off with pain, and sohow, I’m still stuck there. I’ve never had the chance to live—really live. I’m always caught between danger and duty, heartbreak and betrayal.

Am I not ant to have my own happy ending?

Or am I just destined to be the one who always suffers?

No matter how powerful I am, I still can’t seem to fight my own demons. I can’t keep living like this. I just can’t.

After a while, I disappeared from everyone—Leon, Darius, all of them. I climbed up a tree and sat on one of its branches, high above the ground. I stared at the distance between the branch and the earth below.

Should I just... end it?

At least then, my mind and body would finally be at peace.

But no—sowhere deep down, I still want to live. I still want to see more of the world, to laugh, to love, to explore all the things I’ve been denied. There’s still so much I haven’t seen, so much I haven’t felt.

I’m still too young to die. I’m only nineteen.

I deserve to live. I deserve to laugh. I deserve to love.I deserve to be loved.

No, I shouldn’t kill myself.

But what can I do? Because I can’t find peace. There’s no way I can live happily with all these mories haunting . Even if I moved to a new pack, far away from all of this, I’d still carry the pain with . I’d still carry the mories. I’d still be Aurora—the cursed witch who could never rest.

I took a deep breath, grabbed a handful of my hair, and with one swift motion, I cut it off.

The strands fell to the ground, and soon, half my hair was gone. I kept cutting until it was short—short enough to make look almost like a man.

If I’m going to live a new life, I need to change my identity.

Because as long as Darius and Leon still exist, I’ll never truly be free.

Maybe... maybe I should wipe my mories too.

If I forget everything—if I erase it all—then none of this pain will exist anymore. I won’t rember them. I won’t rember the hurt. And if they ever co across , they’ll see that I don’t recognize them. They’ll leave alone. They’ll think I’m soone else.

Yes. That’s what I’ll do. I’ll erase it all.

I jumped down from the tree, looking at the strands of hair scattered across the ground.

I will live as a man. I could travel to another pack, wear n’s clothes, live quietly. Pretend to be normal human.

That idea sounded... peaceful.

I nodded to myself. The next step was to erase my mories.

I touched my head gently, steadying my breath. But first, I needed to decide where I was going. I knelt down and drew symbols in the dirt—markings that pointed to California. I’d heard there was a pack there, a peaceful one. They didn’t accept witches, which was perfect.

I’d live as a normal man, among wolves who would never suspect . That pack was protected—even by white wolf. I’d be safe there.

I placed my hand on my head and took one deep breath.

I rembered everything—every person, every mory that once mattered.

My mother.

My father.

My sister. Hazel.

The triplets... The twins

And.. whether I liked to admit it or not...

Leon.

Then, with tears falling down my cheeks, I whispered, "Goodbye."

"Versa," I said quietly, as I slowly felt all my mories begin to slip away.

They started fading—pieces of my childhood, when my parents died, when my sister went missing, when I t Dahlia and she took in. The mory of the day Dahlia trapped the entire pack in their wolf form. The ti Cayden was the only werewolf still normal, and how I worked with him to bring his pack back.

Then, the mont they brought into the pack. The bullying. The humiliation. The sa wolves I had saved turning against .

I rembered when Hazel ca—and how I proved to everyone that she wasn’t a witch, that she was human. When she got pregnant, and I stood by her side. When I helped her deliver her twins. When those twins went missing.

When Cyrius ca back into our lives—so much chaos, so much pain. When I reunited with my sister after so many years. That one mont of happiness amid the endless storms.

Then ca the mories of Darius—how I first t him, believing he was a helpless witch. How he revealed his true colors. How he took advantage of my kindness and proved why helping strangers was a curse.

Then Leon—when I almost got married, and he ca to save .

And now... here I am, wiping away everything that ever made ... .

One by one, the mories vanished. I wasn’t even sure if the spell I cast would ever let them co back.

I just wanted to get rid of them...All of them.

I pressed my hand against my chest, feeling the weight of everything sink deep into my body. My heart felt heavier with each passing second, and my vision dimd.

"Peace," I whispered to the wind and then, my body gave in, collapsing to the groun