Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Awaken

~Lilith’s POV~

Leon dropped Aurora’s wrapped body at my feet like a warning...like a threat. As if daring me to prove myself.

"No damn way we’re trusting you right now," he growled. "If you’re really who you say you are, wake her up."

I knelt slowly beside Aurora’s body, the chill of death clinging to her like frost on a winter grave. Her skin was pale too pale. Her lips had long lost their color. But there was something still whispering under her ribcage... a flicker... a sliver... life.

Good.

"She’s not gone yet," I murmured. "But she’s close. Very close."

I placed my palm over her heart, and with the other hand, I snapped my fingers in the air—sending an invisible pulse through the room. The wind shifted, circling us like a whispering serpent. My voice dropped low, ancient words slipping from my lips like silk-drenched poison:

"Mortem, redde quod non tulisti.

Vitae flamma, revertere.

Cordis pulsus, audi me.

In nomine matris magicae... Aurora, redi ad nos."

The air thickened. A low hum vibrated through the floor. The candles flickered though there was no wind. Shadows danced against the walls, and I felt the threads of the Otherworld tightening, answering my call.

I leaned closer, my fingers glowing a deep violet as I pressed two fingertips over her sternum.

"Your time was not now," I whispered into her soul. "Come back. Come back, child of magic."

A long moment passed.

Then her chest twitched. Her lips parted. But no breath came.

Then—a coughA weak, dry, hollow cough. The room held its breath.Aurora’s eyes fluttered.

Her throat convulsed again and she coughed, her chest rising as if forced by some unseen hand. But her eyes remained shut.

"Aurora," I said again, firmer now. "Come on, little witch. You’ve fought harder battles. Come back."

Her fingers twitched.

Caspian stepped forward, wide-eyed. "Is she..."

"She’s fighting her way back," I snapped. "But her spirit was already halfway through the veil. I need complete silence now."

I lifted my hands again, this time placing one at her forehead and one over her belly. I chanted louder:

"Anima fracta, noli fugere.

Per matris amorem, renasceris.

In lumine lunae, redeas.

Redi ad flammae, redi ad vitam... Aurora, nunc!"

A gust of wind blasted outward from her body. Every single candle in the room burst into flame simultaneously.

And then...Aurora gasped.

Her chest heaved, sucking in a desperate, ragged breath like someone drowning finally breaking the surface. Her eyes flew open white and glowing before they slowly faded back to their soft green.

She blinked. Once. Twice.

"...Caspian?" she croaked weakly.

Gasps filled the room. Leon dropped to his knees beside her, eyes misting. "Aurora—oh...Aurora.

Caspian stepped in front of her protectively. "You better not tighten those chains. Don’t leave a mark on her body."

Cayden raised a calming hand. "Nothing will happen to her. I’ll make sure of it."

He looked at Hazel, then added, "But I think... her mother is right. If we don’t do this, she might destroy everything. She’s too strong. Unnaturally strong."

"She’s a Crescent," Klaus said from behind, his voice low and heavy.

I stiffened.

My heart paused. Rage itched under my skin. But not yet. I needed their trust first.

I turned to him slowly. "Funny... you say that like you didn’t come begging us—the same ’prisons’ you once betrayed—for help."

Klaus didn’t flinch. "And I’d do it again," he said coolly. "If you or Hazel become a threat to my pack or all of New Orleans..I’ll end you again. Without hesitation."

The air crackled with tension. Energy flared dangerously.

Before anyone could respond, Caspian stepped between us.

"That’s enough," he said firmly, looking between Klaus and me.

Then his eyes turned to mine. "She won’t betray us... right?" I met his gaze, held it, and gave him a slow, subtle nod.

Just then, Hazel coughed. A soft sound barely audible..but everyone heard it. Every head turned toward her.

Caspian rushed back to her side, falling to his knees.

"Hazel?" he whispered, brushing her hair from her cheek.

She didn’t open her eyes. But her body shifted, just slightly.