Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers
Chapter 57: A figure

Chapter 57: A figure

*~Hazel’s POV~*

My baby is coming.

The child I got pregnant with barely two weeks ago... is on its way out of me like the universe is on fast-forward. I should be screaming for joy...or maybe not...but honestly? I’m terrified.

None of this makes sense. The timing. The pain. The urgency. The fear was crawling under my skin. What the hell is going on?

Aurora grabbed my hand, her palm cool but steady despite the tremor in her fingers. Her eyes met mine with a force that kept me grounded. "Don’t worry," she said, voice calm even though her face was pale. "I’ll handle it. But first—I need to seal this room. I need your blood."

"My... my blood?"

She didn’t wait for me to understand. A sharp prick bit into my finger and she caught the drop with a piece of cloth. "Only those connected by blood can pass through the barrier I’m about to cast Cayden, and by extension Caspian. That’ll keep everyone else out."

She moved to the front of the door and began muttering words I didn’t understand. Her voice wavered at first, then grew firm—commanding. I was sweating. Trembling. My whole body ached like it wasn’t mine anymore. My head throbbed. My vision blurred. I couldn’t breathe through the fear.

Why now?

Why is my child coming now? f.(r)eew ebnov\ll.com

Why did someone write a threat in the council room the same day I went into labor?

Why is it all happening so damn fast?

"Aurora," I whimpered. "Something’s wrong. This isn’t right. I’m scared. What if—what if someone tries to take the baby?"

"I won’t let them," she said firmly, running back to me. "But we have to deliver this child. Now."

"I don’t know how," I confessed, my voice shaking. "Neither do you."

"We’ll figure it out together." She gripped my hand tightly. "Hazel, I need you to push."

I tried. God, I tried. I pressed my legs into the sheets and curled my back, squeezing my eyes shut and pushing with every ounce of strength I had.

Nothing.

I whimpered again, curling in pain.

"I don’t know any spell to force a baby out," Aurora admitted. "But we don’t need magic. Just will. You can do this. Come on, Hazel—breathe. And try again."

"I can’t," I sobbed. "I can’t do this. My body’s too weak, Aurora. I’m going to lose the baby."

"You won’t. Look at me," she said. "Look. At. Me. You are stronger than this pain. You are not going to die, and neither is your child."

I stared at her. Her confidence. Her raw faith. And somehow, I believed her.

I nodded, gritted my teeth, clenched my fists—and pushed.

Still... nothing.

Tears rolled down my face, and I nearly screamed in frustration. Aurora glanced at my body, her brows furrowing.

Then she gasped. "Okay. Even if I can’t do a spell to bring the baby, I can give you my energy. It’ll help."

"Aurora, no. You’re still recovering. You can barely stand"

"Don’t argue," she said. "This baby needs to live."

She rubbed her palms together until sparks flew, then held them over my chest. "Versa," she whispered.

A warm, surging power spread through my chest, like fire and sunlight wrapped into one. My eyes widened at the sensation, and I gasped, arching forward.

"Push," she commanded.

I screamed as I did. And this time—I felt something shift. Aurora leaned down, her voice trembling. "I see the head. Keep going!"

I bore down, digging my heels into the mattress, pushing with everything in me—my will, her energy, the pain, the fear. I pushed until blood ran from my nose, my eyes, even my ears.

I was breaking.

And yet I couldn’t stop.

"Don’t worry about me," Aurora said weakly. "Just keep going. I’m here."

She was losing color. Her hands were shaking. But she stayed by me, holding me up, whispering strength into my soul. And finally..

A cry filled the room.

I collapsed backward as she scooped the baby up, gently cleaning the child with a nearby cloth. The screaming made it real. My body sagged, breathless. My lips quivered.

Then she placed him in my arms.

My baby.

A boy.

My chest broke open at the sight of him. Tiny. Red-faced. Alive.

I smiled for the first time in what felt like hours. "You’re here," I whispered. "You’re... here."

Aurora leaned back, sweat dripping down her face. Her smile was tired, but it glowed with pride. "You did it."

Then her expression changed. She paused.

Her eyes locked on my stomach.

Her smile faded. Replaced with a shocked expression.

"H-Hazel... oh my God."

"What?" I blinked.

She hesitated. "There’s another one. Another baby."

I froze. "What?"

She nodded slowly. "It’s not over."

Aurora reached for my hand again. "Hazel—it’s twins."

Aurora was right.

There was another.

Twins.

I didn’t even have time to panic. Her hands found mine again, less steady than before, but still fierce, still determined. Her lips were cracked. Her voice trembled. "You’ve got one more push left in you, Hazel. I know it. One more. Give it everything."

I nodded, tears streaming down my cheeks. My head lolled for a second, but the weight of the baby in my arms reminded me: I had to fight. For him. For the one still coming.

I passed him to Aurora, who tucked him gently into a soft cloth beside me. Then, with one hand on my stomach and another gripping the bedframe, I screamed.

And pushed.

Harder than I had before. Until my bones felt like they were grinding against each other. Until the veins in my neck pulsed like they’d burst. Until there was another cry..softer, higher-pitched.

A girl.

A little girl. My little girl.

Aurora let out a soft, broken sob as she lifted the baby. Her hands were shaking too much. "She’s here," she whispered, wiping the child down, her voice caught between exhaustion and awe. "A girl... and she’s perfect."

She gently placed the baby girl in my arms beside her brother.

I didn’t even realize I was crying until the tears splashed onto their tiny faces. I held them both, shaking, laughing, overwhelmed. "I have twins," I whispered, like saying it out loud would make it more real. "A boy and a girl."

Two little miracles.

But then... Auroraq staggered back. Her knees buckled.

"Aurora?" I gasped. My voice cracked with panic. "Aurora!"

She tried to smile, but it faltered. "Too much magic..." she muttered. "Too soon..." And then she collapsed.

I screamed.

"Aurora!"

I was still holding the babies. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t..

That same second....

The room dropped ten degrees in an instant.

The firelight flickered unnaturally. The shadows pulled long across the walls like stretching claws.

And the warded door? It creaked open.

Cayden? Caspian?

That’s impossible. The spell. She placed a blood-bound spell.

But then... I saw him.

A figure.

Tall. Brooding. Enigmatic

Moving slowly through the doorway like a storm given form.

His steps didn’t make a sound.

His body was cloaked in black....his coat dusting the ground behind him, chest broshoulders squared like someone used to war. But it was his eyes that made my soul drop into my stomach.

Bright yellow eyes...

My babies stirred in my arms as if they felt it too.

He walked past Aurora’s unconscious body, not even glancing her way, as if she were an inconvenience on the floor. As if nothing in this room mattered except for—

Me.

Them.

My babies...

He stopped only a few feet away from my bed. The air thickened. I could feel the magic choking the oxygen around us.

"You shouldn’t be here," I said, my voice trembling. "The spell...she placed a—"

"I know," he replied calmly. His voice was low. Smooth.

My heart thundered in my chest. "Who... who are you?"

He tilted his head slightly. His eyes flicked to the babies in my arms, and for the first time... his lips parted in the smallest, faintest smirk.

"Let’s just say," he whispered, "I’ve waited a very long time... to be here."