Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251: Red gown.

*~Aurora’s POV~*

"Tomorrow is your wedding."

The words hit like a dagger. My heart almost tore itself apart just hearing them leave Aurora’s mouth.

I blinked once. Twice. "...What?"

"Tomorrow is your wedding," she repeated, her tone steady, matter-of-fact—as if she hadn’t just sentenced me to the rest of my life.

"No way," I whispered, shaking my head slowly. "No fucking way."

My pulse was pounding in my ears as I looked around the room—at the flurry of demon stylists moving like shadows, at the fabric, the jewelry. Everything was already being prepared. Dresses, decorations, accessories, vows I hadn’t even written.

Why was this happening so fast?

"Why the hell is everyone in such a hurry to do all of this?" I snapped, stepping back as one of the stylists tried to pin fabric against my waist. "Why is there such a rush to put a ring on my finger?"

Aurora—or the version of her standing here—just gave a soft shrug, her eyes flicking toward Rebecca, who was watching the whole thing with a smug smile.

"Darius likes his things done fast," Rebecca said lightly, her voice sugary and sharp all at once. "He probably can’t wait to put a ring on your finger and fill your womb with babies."

I froze.

My heart stuttered. "I’m sorry—what?"

She grinned, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Fill my womb with babies?" I repeated under my breath, a nervous laugh escaping before I could stop it. "What am I, some kind of baby-making machine?"

The stylists didn’t react. They just kept fussing around me, pulling out bolts of cloth and holding them up against my skin like I wasn’t even there.

I chuckled again—hollow, bitter. "Unbelievable."

Finally, they held up the gown they’d chosen—a dark-toned dress that was almost black but not quite. I took it hesitantly, slipping it on. The fabric was soft and cold at the same time, like smoke wrapped in silk.

When I turned to the mirror, I frowned.

It wasn’t me.

The gown was elegant, yes—but not the kind of elegant that made me feel powerful. It was just... beautiful in a lifeless way.

"Perhaps I should wear white instead," I murmured.

Rebecca laughed. "White? Oh, come on. Hazel wore white. Do you really want to copy her?"

I looked back at my reflection. No. She was right. It didn’t suit me anyway.

But red...

My gaze drifted across the room—and then I saw it.

The demons were bringing in another gown, one draped in deep, scarlet silk. The color glowed like embers under candlelight.

A red wedding gown...My breath caught....That was the one.

"This!" I said, pointing to it sharply. "This one."

The way we’d planned—quietly, foolishly—to save up until we could afford the perfect wedding gown. My red gown.

Rebecca stepped forward quickly. "Red is considered a bad color here," she whispered sharply. "For demons, it’s a symbol of rebellion, war, blood. You can’t—hey, keep that away!" she hissed, motioning for the stylist to move the dress back.

"No!" I snapped, clutching the gown to my chest. "It’s perfect for me."

"Aurora, you cannot possibly be thinking of wearing that!"

"What’s wrong with it?" I asked, lifting the fabric against me, testing how it looked. The scarlet shimmer caught the dim light perfectly—it was everything I had dreamed of. "It looks good on me. It’s exactly what I want."

Rebecca’s face tightened. "Demons consider red a bad omen. You don’t want to start your marriage with bad luck."

"My wedding," I corrected her sharply, "not your omen."

She frowned. "It’s tradition."

"And I’m not a demon," I shot back. "So I can break it."

Rebecca’s lips pressed into a thin line. "I don’t know, Aurora. We should inform Darius first."

I blinked, taken aback. "I need to inform Darius about what gown I’m picking?" I let out a small laugh. "Isn’t the whole point of a wedding gown that it’s supposed to be a surprise? He’s not supposed to see me until I walk down the aisle—it’s supposed to be an emotional moment!"

Rebecca’s expression softened for a second, then turned amused. "Oh, I forgot—you wolves and witches do things differently. Here, the couple gets dressed together. You’ll walk in together. You’ll arrive at the ceremony together."

My stomach twisted. "What?"

"Yes," she said, almost cheerfully. "He told me himself—you’ll enter side by side."

"No," I muttered, shaking my head. "He’s supposed to be waiting for me at the altar. That’s how it’s supposed to be."