Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 301

Chapter 301: Marriage cost.

Aurora’s POV

My head throbbed as consciousness crept back in, slow and cruel.

The first thing I felt was the cold stone beneath my palms. The second was silence. Not peaceful silence, but the kind that rang in my ears, thick and wrong. I pushed myself up with trembling arms, my breath shallow, my body still heavy from whatever they had done to me.

"Sarah," I whispered.

No response.

My heart slammed painfully against my ribs as I turned my head. Sarah was sprawled on the floor beside the bed, her body twisted unnaturally, her chest rising just enough to tell me she was alive. George lay a few feet away, face bruised, blood dried at the corner of his mouth.

"No, no, no," I muttered, crawling toward them.

I grabbed Sarah’s shoulders gently, shaking her. "Sarah, wake up. Please. Wake up." My voice cracked. I pressed my ear to her chest, listening, counting each weak breath like it was a lifeline.

She didn’t stir.

I crawled to George next, my hands shaking harder now. "George," I said, louder. "George, please."

Nothing.

Panic clawed up my throat, hot and suffocating. I sat back on my heels, pressing a hand to my mouth as tears blurred my vision. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

This was my fault.

Every single bit of it.

I had dragged them into this hell with me.

A sound behind me made my spine stiffen.

Slow footsteps. Heavy. Deliberate.

I turned.

Demons stood at the edges of the room, half-hidden by shadow. Three of them. Four. Maybe more. Their eyes glinted faintly, watching me the way hunters watched wounded prey. None of them spoke. None of them moved closer.

They were waiting.

For what, I didn’t know.

I scrambled to my feet, positioning myself in front of Sarah and George instinctively. My body screamed in protest, my legs weak, but I stood anyway.

"Don’t touch them," I warned hoarsely. "This is between me and Darius."

One of them tilted his head, almost curious.

They still didn’t move.

The silence stretched.

My chest burned as everything I had been holding back finally broke free. I sank to my knees again, this time not from weakness, but from grief. Tears spilled down my cheeks, hot and unstoppable.

"I’m sorry," I whispered, not sure who I was apologizing to. "I didn’t mean for this to happen. I swear I didn’t."

My hand drifted to my stomach without me thinking. A sob tore out of me as fear twisted with something sharper, more desperate.

I didn’t know if my child was safe.

I didn’t know if I was safe.

I cried until my throat hurt, until my body shook so badly I thought I might fall apart entirely. The demons let me. They watched, unmoving, as if my pain was part of the ritual.

Then one of them stepped forward.

"Enough," he said flatly.

Strong hands grabbed my arms from behind before I could react. I gasped, instinctively fighting, but my strength was gone. My feet dragged uselessly against the floor as they pulled me away from Sarah and George.

"No!" I cried, twisting to look back at them. "Please, don’t leave them here. Please!"

They didn’t answer.

They didn’t care.

They dragged me through the corridors, my bare feet scraping against stone, my body too weak to resist. The castle felt endless, each turn taking me farther from the last pieces of safety I had left.

The doors to the main hall loomed ahead.

They opened with a heavy groan.

Darius sat on the throne at the far end of the hall, relaxed, one arm draped casually over the side, like a king enjoying a show. The firelight danced across his face, illuminating the sharp curve of his smile.

He looked... pleased.

The demons shoved me forward, forcing me to my knees in the center of the hall. My palms hit the floor hard, pain shooting up my arms.

Darius leaned forward slowly, eyes fixed on me.

"There you are," he said calmly. "I was starting to think you wouldn’t wake up."

I lifted my head, meeting his gaze through the haze of fear and fury burning in my chest.

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