Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers - Chapter 258

Chapter 258: Peace
*~Aurora’s POV~*

I need a break. A big break away from all of this.

I need my body and my soul to be at rest.

I don’t deserve to live like this—constantly in trouble, constantly fighting battles that never seem to end. At a very young age, I lost my parents, got separated from my sister, and was trained under a merciless witch. I was making life-changing decisions at the age of eight. I joined a pack that never appreciated me. And now, to top it off, im a runaway bride.

The only importance of our marriage is to bear a child. That’s all I am to him—a means to an end.

I don’t deserve this life.

I deserve a life like Hazel’s. Sometimes, I’m jealous of her. Yes, she started off with pain and suffering, but now she’s thriving, raising her babies, surrounded by love. But me? I also started off with pain, and somehow, I’m still stuck there. I’ve never had the chance to live—really live. I’m always caught between danger and duty, heartbreak and betrayal.

Am I not meant to have my own happy ending?

Or am I just destined to be the one who always suffers?

No matter how powerful I am, I still can’t seem to fight my own demons. I can’t keep living like this. I just can’t.

After a while, I disappeared from everyone—Leon, Darius, all of them. I climbed up a tree and sat on one of its branches, high above the ground. I stared at the distance between the branch and the earth below.

Should I just… end it?

At least then, my mind and body would finally be at peace.

But no—somewhere deep down, I still want to live. I still want to see more of the world, to laugh, to love, to explore all the things I’ve been denied. There’s still so much I haven’t seen, so much I haven’t felt.

I’m still too young to die. I’m only nineteen.

I deserve to live. I deserve to laugh. I deserve to love.I deserve to be loved.

No, I shouldn’t kill myself.

But what can I do? Because I can’t find peace. There’s no way I can live happily with all these memories haunting me. Even if I moved to a new pack, far away from all of this, I’d still carry the pain with me. I’d still carry the memories. I’d still be Aurora—the cursed witch who could never rest.

I took a deep breath, grabbed a handful of my hair, and with one swift motion, I cut it off.

The strands fell to the ground, and soon, half my hair was gone. I kept cutting until it was short—short enough to make me look almost like a man.

If I’m going to live a new life, I need to change my identity.

Because as long as Darius and Leon still exist, I’ll never truly be free.

Maybe… maybe I should wipe my memories too.

If I forget everything—if I erase it all—then none of this pain will exist anymore. I won’t remember them. I won’t remember the hurt. And if they ever come across me, they’ll see that I don’t recognize them. They’ll leave me alone. They’ll think I’m someone else.

Yes. That’s what I’ll do. I’ll erase it all.

I jumped down from the tree, looking at the strands of hair scattered across the ground.

I will live as a man. I could travel to another pack, wear men’s clothes, live quietly. Pretend to be normal human.

That idea sounded… peaceful.

I nodded to myself. The next step was to erase my memories.

I touched my head gently, steadying my breath. But first, I needed to decide where I was going. I knelt down and drew symbols in the dirt—markings that pointed to California. I’d heard there was a pack there, a peaceful one. They didn’t accept witches, which was perfect.

I’d live as a normal man, among wolves who would never suspect me. That pack was protected—even by white wolf. I’d be safe there.

I placed my hand on my head and took one deep breath.

I remembered everything—every person, every memory that once mattered.

My mother.

My father.

My sister. Hazel.

The triplets… The twins

And.. whether I liked to admit it or not…

Leon.

Then, with tears falling down my cheeks, I whispered, “Goodbye.”

“Versa,” I said quietly, as I slowly felt all my memories begin to slip away.

They started fading—pieces of my childhood, when my parents died, when my sister went missing, when I met Dahlia and she took me in. The memory of the day Dahlia trapped the entire pack in their wolf form. The time Cayden was the only werewolf still normal, and how I worked with him to bring his pack back.

Then, the moment they brought me into the pack. The bullying. The humiliation. The same wolves I had saved turning against me.

I remembered when Hazel came—and how I proved to everyone that she wasn’t a witch, that she was human. When she got pregnant, and I stood by her side. When I helped her deliver her twins. When those twins went missing.

When Cyrius came back into our lives—so much chaos, so much pain. When I reunited with my sister after so many years. That one moment of happiness amid the endless storms.

Then came the memories of Darius—how I first met him, believing he was a helpless witch. How he revealed his true colors. How he took advantage of my kindness and proved why helping strangers was a curse.

Then Leon—when I almost got married, and he came to save me.

And now… here I am, wiping away everything that ever made me… ME.

One by one, the memories vanished. I wasn’t even sure if the spell I cast would ever let them come back.

I just wanted to get rid of them…All of them.

I pressed my hand against my chest, feeling the weight of everything sink deep into my body. My heart felt heavier with each passing second, and my vision dimmed.

“Peace,” I whispered to the wind and then, my body gave in, collapsing to the groun