Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers - Chapter 262

Chapter 262: Huge lion.
*~Leon’s POV~*

“I cannot live here,” Aurora said immediately, staring at the hut like it was a cursed graveyard. “Look at it. It’s dusty, it’s broken, it looks abandoned. What if monsters creep out from the floor while we’re sleeping in the middle of the night? That is dangerous, husband.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Well… do you have anywhere else to live, wife?”

“No,” she folded her arms, “but definitely not here. We can go sleep in the High House. The Alpha already gave us an invite. That would be fun! I’ve never been in a High House before—or even inside a proper pack house. It’s always been witches, witches, witches. Please, let’s go stay at the High House.”

“You are a witch,” I reminded her. “Living in the High House is basically dangling yourself in front of danger. We cannot go there. We’ll refurbish this place. It’ll be good enough for us. When it’s time for the ball, we’ll attend. This place will be our new married home.”

She looked at me.

Then at the house.

Then back at me again like I had insulted her entire bloodline.

“Absolutely not. I am not living in that house. I will stand here—right here—until you change your mind.”

“Really?”

“Yes, husband. Yes.”

“Fine. Be my guest.”

I walked inside the hut and examined the interior. It was worn down, yes, but workable. I studied the walls, the beams, the corners, already imagining where to place repairs, how to reinforce the structure, how to make it livable. Soon enough, I formed a rough plan to transform the place into a decent home for both of us.

When I stepped outside, she was still in the exact same spot—standing under the scorching sun like a stubborn crow. Her oversized clothes clung to her, soaked with sweat, and the heat was clearly suffocating her.

“Aurora—come here,” I called. “Help me build this place. We’ll have a roof sooner instead of you roasting under the sun.”

“I already told you, husband,” she snapped, panting. “I will stand here until you decide to find another house.”

“Finding another house will cost a fortune. We don’t have that. Let’s just manage this.”

“I am not living here!”

“You want to be a man and you can’t even live in this place,” I said. “You’re clearly still acting like a woman…a girl…pampered with riches.”

“No! I am a man. And I am not pampered with riches. I just have good taste.”

“Men don’t have taste at all. They’re satisfied with whatever they have. That’s why I’m the man here—not you.”

“Fine!” she stomped forward. “I’ll prove to you that I am a man. Even more of a man than you’ll ever be.”

She planted her hands on her waist. “So? What are we doing? How are we building this godforsaken house?”

“Well… we’ll start by removing the old twigs and rotten wood,” I explained. “Then replace them with new ones. After that, we’ll get bricks—make some parts brick, some parts hut. It’ll be a mix of modern and ancient. Perfect, isn’t it?”

“Men truly don’t have taste,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.

We worked till night—till around nine. We weren’t even halfway done, but at least the place no longer looked like it would collapse on us. Aurora dropped flat on the ground, chest rising and falling, strands of short red hair stuck to her forehead.

“This is hell, husband,” she groaned.

I lay beside her. “Yes. This is hell.”

Then her stomach growled,loudly.

“I’m hungry,” she whined. “Oh… but men don’t get hungry.”

My own stomach growled.

We both burst into laughter.

“Well,” I said, “men do get hungry.”

“So what are we going to eat? Oh! Should we go back to the main city to see if there’s anything to eat?”

“No. We can’t go back. It’s late. We’ll just find something to eat.”

“What are we going to eat? The trees? Or wait… the leaves?”

She groaned dramatically. “Oh, please. I miss my mommy.”

I tapped her head. “Come on. Men don’t say that. Men hunt.”

I stood up, puffing my chest in mock seriousness.

“I will be a good example of a man to you. Men hunt. We find wild animals, catch them with our bare hands, and feed our family.”

She thought for a moment. “Hmm. You’re a wolf, right?”

“Yes.”

“Transform into your wolf form. Let me kill you and cook you to eat.”

My eyes widened. “Aurora!” I smacked her lightly on the head. “Don’t say that. You want to murder me and eat me?”

“Well, you just said men kill wild animals. If you change into your wolf form, you’ll be a wild animal. And if I kill you, I’ll be a man. Sounds like a good idea, right?”

“You want to eat your husband?”

“Well, if my husband turns into a wild animal, and I’m a man, then yes—I’ll kill him to eat,” she said proudly.

“You really are heartless, aren’t you?” I smirked.

She flipped her short hair dramatically, as if it were still long. “What can I say? I’m just a strong, brave man.”

I burst into laughter—right until a deep growl echoed from afar.

“Did you hear that?” she whispered.

“What?”

The growl came again—louder this time. She slowly turned to me, eyes widening.

“Leon… I think there’s really a wild animal coming.”

I shrugged and sat down. “Well, go kill it. You’re a man, remember? You wanted to kill me if I turned into a wild animal, so you can kill any wild animal that comes your way. Go on.” I pointed toward the sound, smirking. “It’s coming from that direction. Good luck, man.”

Her hand shook as she stared at me like I had lost my mind.

“What are you saying? Why would I go kill a wild animal?!”

“Well, you’re a man. Go on, man.” I tapped her shoulders.

“I’m not a man! I’m a seven-year-old girl!” She screamed.

“Oh, so now you’re a seven-year-old girl? You were claiming to be a man just a few seconds ago.”

She glared at me like I was insane. I stretched my arms and yawned.

“Well, I’m sleepy. I’m going to bed. You can take care of that wild animal that’s still howling.”

“No, I can’t! It’ll kill me! Then charge at you and kill you too.”

“It can’t kill me. I’m a wolf,” I said confidently. “I’d slice it in one move.”

“I—I could kill it in one slice too,” she muttered stubbornly.

“You are clearly the weak one here.”

“I’m not weak!”

“Then go kill it.”

Her grip tightened shakily around the knife as she began walking toward the sound.

I blinked, impressed. Despite having no powers, she still wanted to prove me wrong. That competitive streak… that was the Aurora I knew.

She inched closer to the bushes where the growl came from.

And then…A huge lion exploded out of nowhere, pouncing straight at her.

She screamed and fell to the ground, the knife flying out of her hand.

“Uh-oh.”