Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers Chapter 270: Gabrielle

*~Aurora’s POV~*

A scream was building inside , trapped beneath my ribs as the Luna held my hand and smiled like she knew sothing. Sothing about . I could feel a strange tension rolling off her, and every instinct in my body told sothing wasn’t right.

Does she know I’m a woman? Is that why she’s acting like this? Oh goddess...

My stomach flipped so violently I thought I might faint. If she discovered my secret — my one, biggest, most dangerous secret — that would be it. The end of . I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to be exposed. I just wanted to run.

But I couldn’t. I had to keep myself together.

She tightened her grip on my hand and led to my assigned room. I expected her to drop off at the door and leave... but no. The mont I stepped inside, she followed in.

My heart sank.

"Hi," she said softly, eyes warm. "This is your room."

"Yes. Thank you, Your Grace." I bowed, praying she would take the hint and walk away.

Instead, she sat on my bed.

My stomach practically climbed into my throat. Why is she doing this? Why is she acting like this? I clasped my hands behind my back to stop them from shaking.

"So, Eric," she began, her voice dripping sweetness. "Do you have any woman in your life right now?"

I swallowed. "No, ma’am. I’m... focusing on myself. Marriage will co later." A lie. A big one. But what else could I say?

She leaned forward slightly, locking her gaze onto mine. "Really? No one ssing with you? No... temptations? No strings attached? Just pure lust?" she asked, voice lowering.

My entire soul shriveled.

"No, ma’am," I repeated quickly, almost too quickly.

"Sweet," she whispered.

She stood up smoothly and walked toward the door. For one terrifying second, I thought she would turn back and continue questioning ... but she simply stepped out.

I slamd the door shut and locked it instantly.

A massive breath left my lungs. "Goddess," I whispered. "I thought that was about to go sowhere else..."

I dropped onto the bed, letting the tension lt out of my bones. After a mont, I walked to the window and peeked out.

The High House was stunning — massive stone walls, elegant carvings, glowing lanterns, and the peaceful hush that only a powerful pack could hold. Beautiful. Too beautiful.

Then a movent caught my eye.

A blonde woman walked through the gates, blue eyes sharp and cold. Behind her was a young girl blindfolded.

The girl was blind — no doubt about it. She moved carefully, each step gentle and uncertain, while her mother walked in front of her with regal confidence, guiding her only by sound. A mont later, the Alpha t them halfway, speaking quietly with the mother before the child continued toward the High House.

The two young boys from earlier ran to her imdiately. "You’re here!" one of them shouted, grabbing her hand. The other took her free hand, and together they led her inside like she was sothing precious.

I was still watching when a knock hit my door. My heart fell straight down to my knees.

Please don’t let it be the Luna. Please don’t let it be the Luna. The thought of her standing outside my door, naked, throwing herself at made my entire stomach twist into a painful knot.

I swallowed hard, opened the door and nearly collapsed in relief.

Leon stood there holding Kovu in his arms, looking irritated and tired as usual.

I imdiately yanked both of them inside. "Kovu!" I grabbed the cat from him, hugging him so tightly his fur tickled my nose. He licked my cheek, purring loudly.

"I totally forgot about you," I whispered against his fur.

"Well, this is your very bad owner," Leon said dryly, dusting cat hair off his shirt. He glanced around the room. "What’s with the Queen? Why was she all over you?"

I sighed. "I don’t know. She’s just... weird."

"Absolutely weird," Leon agreed. "And very disgusting."

He flopped down on my bed and groaned dramatically. "Why is your bed even more comfortable than mine? This is unfair."

I barely heard him. My mind was still replaying that blind girl’s arrival. Sothing about her presence... her beauty... her quiet aura... sothing pulled at , mysterious and warm. I wanted to know who she was. Why she felt different.

I turned, ready to tell Leon about her — but the mont I opened my mouth, he tensed like he was about to panic. I snapped my lips shut. Better to keep it to myself for now.

After a while, Leon left for his room, and I began preparing for the ball.

The queen had sent the finest silk robe I’d ever touched. The fabric shimred like moonlight, expensive and soft enough to lt between my fingers. Even I wanted to wear it — and that was saying sothing.

But when I held it against my chest, my stomach twisted again.

It was perfectly sized.

Perfectly fitted. And I was terrified my breasts would show.

I searched the room for anything I could use to flatten my chest. The robe was too fitted — too perfect — and my breasts would definitely show if I didn’t do sothing. After rummaging through drawers, I finally found a pair of thin tal plates. They were stiff but flexible enough to bind with. Perfect.

I strapped them on tightly, sucking in a sharp breath as the cold tal pressed against my skin. It wasn’t comfortable, but it did the job. My chest looked flat. Firm. Convincing.

Then I slipped into the silk robe.

I turned toward the mirror, adjusting the collar. My short hair had already begun to grow back, curling slightly at the ends, and I grabbed scissors to trim them down again. Strands fell into the sink. Cleaner. Sharper. More masculine.

I looked up.

Damn.

I actually looked... handso. More handso than Leon, even.

I laughed at my own joke — and then froze when the door creaked open.

Leon stood there with a smirk, one hand dramatically covering his eyes. "More handso than , huh?"

I rolled my eyes. "Of course. I’m not just more handso — I’m more masculine now too."

He dropped his hand and stepped closer, eyeing my chest suspiciously. Then he tapped the tal beneath the robe, making it clink. "What are you wearing?"

"You know what I’m wearing," I muttered.

"Why tal plates?"

"Because my breasts would show. The queen apparently studied my size with her eyes." I shuddered. "Creepy woman."

"Absolutely disgusting," Leon said, making a face.

"Disgusting? Or are you just jealous?" I teased, nudging him with my elbow.

He scoffed. "Jealous? Please. Either way, whatever that bullshit woman is doing is wrong. We need to leave here as soon as possible."

Before I could answer, the atmosphere shifted — soft footsteps, light and cautious. We both turned.

The blind girl walked past the hallway entrance, guided by the two young brothers from earlier. They hovered around her protectively, each holding one of her hands.

"Hi, Mr. Eric! Mr. Leon!" Damien, the older boy, said with a grin.

We waved back. "Hey," I said.

"You look good," he added.

I nodded. "See you at the ball."

"Bye, monkey!" the younger one chirped as they passed.

I ignored him — mostly. But my eyes drifted to the girl they were escorting. Despite her blindfold, she seed to sense the world perfectly, moving with a strange elegance.

Then — she lifted her face toward . And smiled showing her perfect set of teeth.

A soft, sweet smile that made my heart float up into my throat.

I quickly looked away, heat flooding my cheeks.

What is it about her? What is it about this blind girl that feels so beautiful... so magnetic... so impossible to ignore?

That is the pack’s White Wolf," Leon said quietly.

I turned to him so fast my neck nearly snapped. "What? You... you know her?"

"Of course I do." He folded his arms, lowering his voice like the walls themselves were listening. "I learned about her recently. She’s the new White Wolf — and her powers are said to be unbelievably beautiful and incredibly strong."

My breath caught. So that was it. That strange pull. That strange warmth in my chest the mont she smiled at .

Leon continued, "She’s the most powerful wolf that has ever existed... or will ever exist. They say she is the reincarnation of the Moon Goddess herself. The Moon Goddess cos to bless this pack through her."

I swallowed. Hard. "So that’s why she feels so... intense."

He nodded. "Exactly. You can’t miss a White Wolf’s aura. Even blindfolded, you felt it."

"She’s blind," I said softly. "Does every White Wolf have to be blind?"

"No," Leon answered imdiately. "Just this one. Only her. But people say her blindness didn’t weaken her — it made her stronger. They say her power eclipses every White Wolf in history."

I blinked at the hallway where she’d disappeared monts before. "More powerful than every White Wolf ever?"

Leon shrugged, looking uneasy. "I’d say she’s... perfect. The perfect vessel for the Goddess."

"What’s her na?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Leon hesitated. "I don’t know much, but I heard them say her na is Gabrielle."

He glanced at . "Gabrielle Forbes."