Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers - Chapter 223

Chapter 223: Cloudy demons
*~Aurora’s POV~*

The tension was thick enough to choke on. The wolves circled me, eyes glowing, teeth bared. I could feel the hatred rolling off them like heat from a fire. I clenched my fists, willing myself to stay calm.

I didn’t want to kill anyone today.

Today had already been bad enough. My heart was still bleeding, my head still echoing Leon’s words. I didn’t need another reason to bathe my hands in blood.

Still… if they pushed me, I would.

I drew in a deep breath, steadying myself. But then…it hit me.

A strange breeze slithered through the clearing, cold and light, but carrying something that made every hair on my body rise. The air changed, charged, whispering of power that wasn’t mine.

Something… someone else was here.

The wolves stiffened too. They felt it. The leader — tall, gruff, scar across his cheek smirked at me. “Do you call for backup, witch?” he growled.

I tilted my head. “I thought you were more than enough to handle me.”

“Oh, we are,” he said, laughing, and the rest of them joined in, low and cruel.

But my magic buzzed in my fingertips, trembling. My instincts screamed, leave. Now.

Something in that aura wasn’t wolf. It wasn’t human either. It was… older. Sharper.

“What’s wrong, witch?” one of them sneered. “You look scared.”

I smiled faintly. “Run.”

He blinked. “What?”

“I said… run.”

Before he could blink again, I vanished — teleporting up onto the thick branch of an oak tree above the clearing. My breath hitched. My heart thundered so loud I could hear it in my ears.

Below, the wolves spun in confusion. Then — it began.

A sound floated through the air. A voice that sounds so eerily beautiful.

It wasn’t just music. It was magic. A melody that coiled through the air like silk, sweet and poisonous at once.

I clutched my ears. “What the hell is that?” I muttered. The song was almost unbearable — too sweet, too perfect, like honey poured straight into your veins.

But the wolves… gods, the wolves were entranced.

Their growls died. Their jaws slackened.

“Wow…” one whispered. “What’s that sound?”

“It must be a girl,” another said dreamily. “A beautiful girl.”

I stayed silent, crouched in the shadows, watching.

Then she appeared.

From between the trees, a woman stepped into the clearing — or perhaps floated. Her skin shimmered under the moonlight, pale as glass. Her hair — long, white, cascading down her back like silk. And her eyes… piercing blue, glowing faintly like the ocean under a full moon.

And she was completely naked.

“What in the Moon Goddess’ name…” I breathed.

The wolves were hypnotized, moving closer like moths to flame.

“What kind of goddess are you?” the leader asked, his voice shaky with awe.

“The kind,” she purred, smiling wickedly, “that blesses you with her body.”

They laughed, every ounce of instinct drowned under her voice.

“Are you alone?” one asked. “Why are you here, naked?”

She tilted her head, lips curling. “You can call me Lost,” she said softly. “And I’m here… because I want to satisfy you.”

Their pupils dilated. Heat pulsed through their veins. I could see it — the raw lust, the spell binding them in invisible chains.

Then she lifted her hand, beckoning to the leader.

“Come.”

He stepped forward without hesitation, eyes glassy, completely under her thrall.

The moment he touched her, she kissed him slow, deep — and his body went limp instantly, collapsing to the forest floor like a marionette with its strings cut.

Dead… I gasped.

The other wolves didn’t even flinch. They only stared at her in hunger, smiling like fools as they stepped forward — one by one — desperate for the same fatal kiss.

And then, one by one, every single one of them started approaching the strange lady. Each wolf, eyes glassy with lust, stumbled toward her as if pulled by invisible strings. Her lips brushed against theirs — a single kiss — and they dropped to the ground, motionless.

I stood frozen atop the tree, my fingers digging into the bark. What in the hell was I watching?

She continued, kissing the next, and the next, until all eight wolves lay lifeless at her feet. Then she crouched down, straddled one of the bodies, and inhaled deeply. I could see it — their souls — streaming out of their mouths in faint, glowing ribbons, drawn straight into hers. The sound that escaped her throat was part sigh, part moan, part hunger.

When she was done, she stood up and clapped her hands once.

In an instant, the air shimmered — and more of them appeared. All white-haired, glowing faintly, skin too smooth, eyes too bright. One of them draped a cloak around her shoulders.

“Well done, Rebecca,” one of them said with a sly grin. “That was beautifully done.”

Rebecca swayed her silvery hair back with a flick. “Thanks. Just doing my job as a demon.” She kicked one of the fallen wolves with a lazy smirk. “Though their souls are hardly edible. Bitter, actually.”

The others laughed.

“Now tell me,” she continued, her voice sharp, “why exactly are we here, Heather? We’ve been roaming Earth for days. You keep saying her name—’Heather, Heather, Heather.’ I’m sick of it. Who even is she?”

“She is someone,” another replied, his tone colder.

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “Someone? The Lord of all demons has had us sitting on our asses for a someone? I want to see this girl who’s captured his heart so completely that he can’t shut up about her.”

“Watch your mouth,” Heather hissed. “She’s not a girl. She’s… a baby.”

Rebecca’s laughter rang through the woods, sharp and cruel. “A baby? Are you joking? We’ve been stuck here for days because of a baby?”

The air grew tense. One of the other white-haired beings stepped forward, eyes flashing. “That’s enough, Rebecca.”

She crossed her arms but said nothing more.

From my perch, I couldn’t look away. Who were these creatures? Their beauty was unnatural — each of them perfect, glowing, terrifying. My heart hammered as my mind spun. Heather. A baby.

Could they possibly mean my Heather?

I shook my head. No. There’s no way. But then… what did the man mean when he said, I’ve made appearances to her five times?

The Lord of all demons? Visiting a baby? What kind of twisted business could he possibly have with her?

The moment they vanished into the night, I jumped down from the tree, breath quick and shaky. I didn’t care if my legs ached or my heart raced — I needed to find Hazel. If what I’d just heard was true, if they were talking about our Heather…

Immediately, they began to move, their white-haired heads vanishing into the air like a cluster of clouds dissolving into the night. The moment they were gone, I jumped down from the tree and rushed back to my carriage. I pushed the driver’s lifeless body aside and climbed in, turning the carriage back toward New Orleans.

My heart pounded in my ears. I had to get back to Heather and Hazel. I knew I’d vowed never to return to New Orleans, but I couldn’t let my feelings for Leon stop me from saving that little girl’s life. Still, one question echoed in my mind—why would demons be after a child? And what connection did their Lord have with her? The thought alone was unsettling.

Maybe it was the panic, or maybe my magic pushed the carriage faster, but I reached the High House much sooner than I’d left. And to my surprise, there was a celebration going on. I’d only been gone since morning—there hadn’t been a single hint of an event before.

I stepped down from the carriage and scanned the crowd. The only familiar face I could find was Caden, standing outside and talking to someone. The moment his eyes landed on me, his expression froze. He quickly excused himself and hurried over.

“Aurora? What are you doing here? I thought you left—you couldn’t even tell me goodbye,” he said, half-stammering.

“I… I wanted…” I tried to speak but shook my head. “I want to see Hazel and Heather. Now.”

I started toward the entrance, but he grabbed my arm.

“I’m sorry, Aurora. You can’t go in.”

“Why not? It’s urgent—I need to see them immediately.”

I tried to move past him, but he stepped in front of me, blocking my path with his body.

“You need to leave now, Aurora,” he said quietly. “You won’t be welcomed inside.”

I almost punched him right there. “What do you mean I won’t be welcomed inside? This is my home—my pack! I’ve sacrificed, burned, and risked my life—more times than I can count—for this pack. And now you’re telling me I’m not appreciated?”

He swallowed hard. “You don’t understand, Aurora.”

“To hell with whoever doesn’t appreciate me! You need to move, Caden.”

“I can’t,” he said firmly. “Please. Go back to wherever you were heading. Don’t make this harder for either of us.”

“Why are you saying this? Why are you stopping me?” I demanded.

“Because things have changed,” he said, voice breaking slightly. “And if you go inside now… you won’t like what you see.”