*~ Hazel’s POV~*
I sat right in front of the door, clutching the fabric of my dress in trembling fists. Why ?
No, really—why ?
Why must it always be ?
Why was I born a damn human? Rejected, tortured by my own family—by my father, my sisters. Then becoming the unwanted mate of the triplet Alphas, pulled between them like at. And just when I thought I’d found clarity found answers—I discovered I wasn’t really human. That all the suffering I’d endured was for nothing.
I got pregnant. Within weeks, I gave birth. And on the sa day, that baby...my baby...was stripped away from .
Why ?
What cri did I commit to deserve this life?
Maybe... maybe Caspian shouldn’t have stopped that day. Maybe when I tried to take my own life, he should’ve just let go. Maybe I should have done it. Maybe it’s not too late to try again. At least then, nothing will stop . Maybe, just maybe, I’ll finally find peace in heaven because right now, I doubt I’ll ever get to see my babies again.
Where is Cayden? Where is Caspian? The sa two n who promised to protect , protect our child..where are they now? Why weren’t they here? Why did no one stop him?
This is the High House. The impenetrable fortress of New Orleans. The ho to the Blue Moon. The strongest place, they said. The safest. So how the hell did he manage to walk in and take everything?
He was supposed to be locked away. In a coffin.
Who let him out?
My thoughts spiraled in endless circles. My hands were soaked with blood...the blood of my babies. My own body was still drenched in the aftermath of labor, and yet I wasn’t even allowed the sacred mont of holding my newborns close. I hadn’t kissed their foreheads. Hadn’t morized their sll. I hadn’t even breastfed them yet.
Even if sohow got them back, I’d miss it. The early monts. The first bonding. By the ti I saw them again, they’d have grown. I would have missed their firsts.
And all I could think was: damn Cyrius... damn Cayden... damn Caspian.
My eyes wandered, searching the room for sothing sharp. Anything. A way to end this never-ending nightmare. Maybe that was my destiny after all.
Then, a loud crash echoed through the house.
The High House doors flew open.
But I didn’t care to check. I knew it wasn’t him..Cyrius. His aura was unearthly. This one was different. Familiar.
Then I heard the voice.
Caspian. They were finally back. But they were too late.
Caspian rushed upstairs in a blur, landing at my side in a heartbeat.
"Hazel," he breathed out, his eyes sweeping the room in a frantic panic. Then, he bolted inside. "Aurora? Hazel?! What the hell happened?!"
I couldn’t speak. How could I tell him? How do I say it out loud?..that my babies were gone?
His eyes dropped to my stomach.
"Hazel... where is the baby? Where is it?!"
I opened my mouth, but nothing ca. My throat burned with silence.
"She... she placed the spell," he yelled "Only I and Cayden could break it... no one else..."
Cayden appeared behind him, storming inside. His eyes took in the scene, landing on ...then shifting to Aurora’s body.
And then Leon stumbled in, clutching his stomach, blood soaking through his shirt. His face twisted in pain as his eyes darted around in horror.
Caspian rushed inside the room, followed by Cayden. "Aurora," Cayden choked out, kneeling beside her. "She’s not breathing!"
"What the hell happened?" he shouted, looking to . "Hazel...how?! Nobody should’ve been able to get in here! Only and Caspian!"
"She...," I whispered, my voice breaking. "She cast a blood spell. Only two people should’ve been able to break through Cayden and Caspian..."
Their faces dropped. Their eyes t horrified, stunned.
"No..." Cayden whispered.
"No way," Caspian breathed.
"Cyrius," Caspian said through gritted teeth.
And in a blink, Cayden was gone rushing toward the tomb where his brother was supposed to be sealed.
There was silence.
Dead silence.
The only sound in the room was Leon’s broken sobs and anguished cries. He clutched Aurora’s body against his chest, his arms trembling.
"Aurora... wake up," he whispered. Then louder, "Aurora, wake up!" His voice cracked. "Damn it! You promised! You said this wasn’t how our story would end!"
He rocked her gently, his face contorted in heartbreak. "You can’t die now. You’ve sacrificed too much. There’s no way I’m going to let you go. No damn way. Wake up!" he scread.
Caspian stood frozen beside , eyes wide, breath shallow.
"No... no way," he muttered. "The dagger... you daggered him. You daggered Cyrius. The spell worked." His gaze turned frantic. "Who released him? What is happening?" His mind raced, and then he said the na I feared. "Is it... Marcus? Is Marcus involved in this?"
My heart dropped. My eyes shifted imdiately. "Dad?" I breathed.
"Yes," he said, voice darkening. "Your father. Your father has been working with Dahlia. He’s after your child. And I’m guessing he knows exactly where that child is right now. Hell, I think he’s the one who sent Cyrius here. I think they’re working together."
I blinked, stunned. My father... and my mate’s brother... taking my child from ?
The shock barely settled before a familiar ache started blooming inside my chest. Even though I shouldn’t be surprised—my father had always treated like dirt—it still shattered sothing inside . Again.
Why did it still hurt?
Why did it still break my heart, every single ti?
My own family. The people who were supposed to be my protectors. My first ho. My foundation. And now they were the very ones trying to destroy .
I shook my head, barely holding the tears. "No... father wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t take my child..."
Caspian’s eyes burned as he grabbed my face gently, forcing to look at him.
"Hazel," he said firmly, "when has that man ever done anything worthy of being called a father to you?"
My lip trembled.
"He has never loved you. Never protected you. That man he doesn’t even understand what family ans."
His eyes softened, but the rage behind them stayed steady. "Don’t you dare think this is your fault. Don’t you dare think you were ever less."
His voice shook now. "I promise you, Hazel. Even if it takes my last damn breath... I will bring those babies back to you."
I swallowed, and then whispered, "Babies, Caspian... not baby. Babies."
His eyes widened, stunned. "Twins..." he murmured.
I nodded faintly.
And then I saw the change in him—his expression hardened, his jaw clenched.
"With the help of whoever is trying to break you....be it my brother or your father..I swear, Hazel..."
"I will hunt them down. I will punish them. I will torture them. And I will make sure justice is served."
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