Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 250

Chapter 250: Consumate.

*~Leon’s POV~*

Chairs scraped as everyone rose. The wolves began murmuring, whispering about the decision, about me, about her. I barely heard them.

The only one who hadn’t moved was Cayden, sitting in the corner with that knowing smirk stretched across his face.

I walked up to him, desperate. "Please, Cayden. Help me. You know I’m telling the truth."

He finally stood, looking at me with something between pity and amusement. "This is your battle to fight, Leon," he said quietly. "You should’ve thought about all of this when you marked Sophia. True or false, forged or not—it doesn’t matter anymore. Everyone knows her as your mate now."

He placed a firm hand on my shoulder.

"It’s your fight, Leon," he said again, then walked past me, leaving me standing there—alone.

But hell no—no, I cannot. I cannot possibly let this happen. This is bad.

I bolted out of the council room, ignoring the eyes burning holes in my back. My boots echoed down the corridor until I spotted her. Aurora. She was almost at her room when I caught up and grabbed her wrist.

She immediately yanked it free, her glare sharp enough to cut. "What are you doing here?" she snapped, her voice raised—her eyes flickering, just for a second, from green to blue.

"What’s wrong with you, Aurora?" I demanded. "Why did you lie? Do you even know what you’ve done? You’ve ruined my life!"

She folded her arms, unbothered. "That’s not my business, Leon. And I didn’t ruin anything. I said the truth. Don’t drag me into your messy marriage drama."

She turned to leave, but I caught her arm again. "Why are you doing this?!" My voice cracked. "Is this to get back at me? For mocking you? For betraying you? I’m sorry, Aurora. I’ll make it right—just tell them the truth!"

Her eyes were blank, her expression unreadable.

"I know you remember," I said desperately. "You were there! You know Darius tampered with the mate bond between me and Sophia—he did it to get you! Please, just say it. Tell them what really happened."

Nothing. Not a flicker of emotion.

"I still love you, Aurora," I said softly.

Still nothing.

No spark, no anger, no hesitation. Just coldness.

Even if she hated me, the real Aurora would’ve felt something. Pain. Rage. Anything. But this woman? She didn’t even flinch.

I tried again. "If you regret what you said in the council, we can fix it. I can call for another hearing. You can apologize—say you were pressured—"

"Look at you, Leon," she interrupted sharply, her tone dripping with disgust. "Shaking. Pathetic. You’re an insufferable man."

Her words sliced through me.

"Even if I helped you out of your marriage with Sophia," she continued, "you’d just come crawling back to me again. You’d beg. You’d force me to take you back. I don’t want a man like you. You’re disgusting. You’re pitiful. Move on—and never show your face to me again."

She turned away, her hair whipping behind her like a curtain.

But before she could take another step, I grabbed her wrist again—harder this time.

"Look into my eyes and say that again, Aurora," I whispered.

Her heartbeat quickened—I could hear it...She licked her lips, refusing to meet my gaze.

"I..." she started, her voice trembling, "...I hate you."

I smiled, stepping closer until there was barely a breath between us.

I used to be... steady. Responsible. Strong. I used to have a purpose, a direction, a heart that wasn’t constantly breaking. How did everything fall apart this fast?

It’s my fault. It’s all my damn fault.

I should never have accepted Sophia that day. I thought I was protecting Aurora—protecting us from the same mess that happened with Azazel and Kaden. I didn’t want to risk it. I didn’t want history to repeat itself.

But now... now it’s worse.

Because I don’t love Sophia. I never did. My heart belongs to Aurora—my witch, my chaos, my light. And even if she’s magic and I’m wolf, what we had was stronger than any cursed mate bond.

But now she’s gone cold. And no one will believe me.

My thoughts were aching until a voice sliced it.

"Sir.Leon," Hazel’s voice said from behind me.

I turned, startled, and saw her standing there. Sophia was beside her, her eyes swollen red from crying, her fingers clutching Hazel’s sleeve like a child clinging to a mother.

"You will be consummating your marriage tonight," Hazel said, her tone sharp enough to wound. "And before the next full moon, the council expects your wife to be with child. The Beta’s line cannot remain empty."

My heart stopped.

"What?" I stammered. "No. You can’t tell me when or if I’ll touch my wife."

Hazel’s expression didn’t waver. "If your mate is not pregnant by the next season, Leon," she said coldly, "the council will strip you of your Beta title."

The room spun. The air turned to lead in my lungs.

And right then, as Sophia’s tear-stained face turned toward me with a trembling smile.