Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers
Chapter 69: Pregnant mother

Chapter 69: Pregnant mother

Author’s POV...

The moment Caspian left the room, closing the door behind him, Lilith stepped forward and stood in front of Hazel, her eyes unreadable.

Hazel’s breath trembled, her hands curling into fists. "Hasn’t it sunk in yet?" she snapped. "I’m not turning it on. I’m not helping you find any damn babies."

Her voice cracked at the end, a mixture of fury and helplessness. But Lilith didn’t flinch. Instead, she offered a soft, almost broken smile.

"I no longer care whether you turn it on or not," she said quietly. "I just have some memories to show you."

"I don’t want the memories," Hazel shouted, her voice rising like a wave. "I just want to be free!"

Lilith didn’t respond with more words. Instead, she stepped forward, gently placing both hands on Hazel’s head.

"You’ll be free... after I show you this."

And then she began to chant.

The air snapped. The atmosphere shifted, thickening with magic and dread. Hazel’s world began to spin as the room blurred, folding in on itself. Light bled into shadow. Sound turned to silence.

And then...Crunch.

Hazel’s boots hit the floor of a strange, brittle landscape.

Dead leaves cracked beneath her feet.

She blinked. Everything around her was foreign—like she’d stepped into another dimension entirely. The trees were bare and the air unnaturally still, cold, and tinted in gray hues.

She turned and froze.

A girl stood by a large rock just a few feet away. No, not a girl...a woman. She was heavily pregnant, her body bent with pain, clutching her belly as she struggled to breathe. Her long dark hair stuck to her sweat-drenched forehead.

Hazel’s heart dropped.

The woman... looked exactly like her.

"What the hell..." Hazel whispered.

But this didn’t make sense. She had no memory of ever being here. When she gave birth, she was with Aurora. Not... this. Not alone in some cursed forest, crying out against stone.

Her body moved before her thoughts did she stepped closer to the woman, eyes wide, breath shallow.

As Hazel drew closer, the illusion cracked.

It was her mother. Lilith.

Pregnant. Groaning in agony. Writhing against the rock as if she was reliving something that should never have been remembered.

"Is she messing with my memories?" Hazel whispered, dread growing in her chest. "Damn it... I need to get out of here."

She spun around. But there was no exit.

Only trees. Endless trees. The same barren trunks repeating like a pattern etched by magic.

She started to run. Left. Right. Through shadows. Over roots. Between the branches.

But no matter where she went... she always ended up in the same place.

The same clearing....The same rock. The same groaning woman...her mother, still twisting in pain.

"YOU!" she shouted, her voice echoing like thunder across the false world. "What are you doing to me?!"

No response almost like she was not present there.

She kept turning. Pacing. Wincing. Her body writhing with every contraction. The pain etched deep lines into her face as she cried out again.

Lilith was in agony.

And yet, she still whispered to herself through clenched teeth, her voice trembling but determined.

"You’ve got this... You’ve got this. Push now. You can do this, Lilith..."

She carefully lowered herself to the cold ground, her back arching as she adjusted her legs, preparing to deliver the baby herself. Alone. In the middle of a cursed forest. Her hands trembled as she gripped the soil, legs shaking.

Hazel stood frozen, unable to breathe, watching the woman who birthed her... suffer.

It was surreal. Like watching a stranger wearing her face.

Lilith threw her head back and screamed as she began to push.

The effort was immense. Her face turned pale. Veins bulged from her neck. Her cries echoed across the empty woods, bouncing off tree trunks like a warning.

One minute passed then two... then three but still...nothing.

The baby wouldn’t come. "No..." Lilith sobbed, tears slipping down her face. "No, no, no..."

Hazel felt her throat tighten. She stepped forward instinctively, as if to help...only for her hand to pass straight through Lilith’s shoulder.

What the...? She tried again.

Her fingers went right through, as if Lilith’s body was made of smoke.

"What the hell..." Hazel whispered. "You can’t hear me... and now I can’t even touch you?"

A memory....This was a memory.

It all made sense now. Lilith had said she wanted to show her a memory

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Hazel turned, her mind racing.

"Is this how I was born?" she asked the wind. "Is this what you wanted me to see...?"

Suddenly, voices—dark, sharp voices—cut through the forest like blades.

"I can see a Crescent nearby."

"Kill all Crescents. None of them should remain!"

Hazel’s blood turned cold. Lilith froze, her eyes wide with terror. "No..." she whispered.

She forced herself up from the ground, clutching her swollen belly, her breath ragged. She was still in labor, still bleeding, still in pain...but she moved.

Her body screamed with every step, but her mind only repeated one truth:

I have to survive. My baby has to live.

Hazel rushed to her side, reaching out again but her hand went through her mother’s body like mist.

"Damn it!" she cursed. "I’m right here! Let me help you!"

But she couldn’t....She couldn’t touch her. Couldn’t warn her. Couldn’t do anything.

She was a ghost trapped in a vision. And Lilith was alone.

The wolves’ voices grew louder, crashing through the trees like thunder.

"I see her!"

"Catch her! Don’t let her escape!"

Lilith stumbled forward, dragging her body through the underbrush, but she couldn’t go fast. Her body wasn’t cooperating. She was too weak. Too broken. She couldn’t cast. Couldn’t fight.

Hazel turned toward the direction of the voices. Shapes were forming now..,dark silhouettes with glowing eyes, sharp claws, and snarling teeth. A hunting pack.

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Her hands passed through them like air.

They didn’t see her....They didn’t feel her.

"Damn it! DAMN IT!" she shouted. "Don’t touch her! Stop!"

But her voice fell on deaf ears. The memory wasn’t hers to change. She was just a spectator, trapped in the past with nothing but her heart beating wildly in her chest.

The wolves lunged toward Lilith, snarling, their claws digging into the soil, eyes glowing with bloodlust.

But just before they could touch her, Lilith raised a shaking hand into the air.

"Versa!"

A sudden pulse of raw magic surged outward, and a translucent force field erupted around her...circular, glowing faintly with golden runes that shimmered in midair.

The wolves slammed into it, hard, their teeth snapping just inches from her face. The barrier held.

But Lilith—she was breaking.

Sweat rolled down her temples. Her breathing grew shallow. Her knees buckled beneath her.

Hazel watched from the sidelines, unable to move, unable to help. Her heart pounded.

"She can’t hold it much longer," she whispered.

Cracks began to spread across the force field, delicate at first—then jagged, violent.

And then...CRASH!

The barrier shattered like glass.

The wolves didn’t hesitate. They dove toward her.. Until an arrow flew through the air.

Thwip!

It struck one of the wolves straight through the neck, bringing it down with a heavy thud. More arrows followed, piercing flesh, silencing snarls.

Then a massive wolf gray, towering, powerful charged from the trees. It slammed into the remaining attackers, tearing them apart with ruthless precision. Blood sprayed across the leaves. Limbs snapped. Bones cracked. In seconds, every wolf that had come for Lilith was either dead or fleeing.

Hazel staggered back, heart racing.

She knew that wolf.

There was something in the way it moved, something familiar in the weight of its presence, the curve of its snarl.

And then it shifted. Bones twisted. Fur vanished. And standing there, breathing heavily, blood on his hands..

Was Marcus.