<h4>Chapter 183: Finding Cyrius.</h4>
<strong><i>*~Hazel’s POV~*</i></strong>
We sat in the room for what felt like hours, waiting for Cyrius to return. Our guards outside were instructed to alert us the moment he stepped in.
"Are you sure he’lle?" I asked, panicking again.
Caspian sighed, his voice tight with exhaustion.
"Yes, I’m sure, Hazel. He’lle back. The guard said he only stepped out, didn’t he?"
I nodded, still restless. Then suddenly, a thought hit me.
"Oh, wait.." I jolted upright. "We should ask if the guard saw him carrying the babies!"
I jumped to my feet, but Caspian grabbed my arm and pulled me back down.
"I killed the guard, remember?" he said dryly.
I threw my head back in frustration.
I was just about to spiral into panic again when a subtle noise tapped against the window.
Caspian and I locked eyes instantly.
Without needing to speak, we both moved to the window—and saw one of our guards discreetly signaling us.
Cyrius was back, My heart skipped.
I was ready to bolt, but Caspian held me back.
"We follow the n," he said firmly. I nodded, forcing myself to breathe.
"So... what is the n?" I asked, barely containing the urge to sprint toward the door.
"You talk to him," he said. "Like you did thest time. Make him calm down. Get him to drop his guard."
I nodded again, but just as I was about to leave, I paused.
I turned back to him. "If I manage to pull his guard down... promise me you won’t hurt him. Not likest time."
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He held my gaze and nodded.
"I promise."
With that, I rushed out.
In less than a second, I reached the ground floor as quietly as I could. The guards were waiting—they pointed me toward the room he was in.
I turned to nce behind me.
Caspian was there, a shadow trailing behind me. He gave me a quick nod of reassurance.
I took a deep breath.
Then I pushed forward, heading straight to the room where Cyrius was.
My heart pounded so loud I could barely hear my own thoughts as I approached the room they had directed me to. I paused at the door and took a deep breath.
I wasn’t here to fight. I wasn’t here to attack, I just wanted to see him.
Even after everything I did to him, burying him, choosing his brothers over him— yet he was still kind when we met again. He’d smiled at me. He’d flirted with me. And his words... "Maybe I’ll give you another chance."
I hoped this was that chance.
Slowly, I pushed open the door. The room was dark. A single, dim candle flickered on a wooden desk. But I could see a figure...
My babies weren’t here.
My heart sank. That unspoken bond between me and my children was silent. Empty. They were not in this room.
Which meant... he had hidden them. Or left them somewhere else.
I closed the door gently behind me.
I knew Cyrius wouldn’t hurt me, but still... the unease twisted in my gut like a de. Then the figure moved.
A me snapped to life as she lit a candle—and my jaw dropped.
"Aaliyah?"
She smirked, tilting her head with that same smugness I remembered all too well.
"Huh. So Cyrius was right. You are here."
"Where is he?" I asked sharply.
"Why would I tell you?"
"Tell me now or I’ll—" I stepped forward.
"Tear my head off?" she finished with a chuckle. "Please, Hazel. Spare me the dramatics."
"Don’t test me."
"You seem to forget," she said calmly, gesturing around the room, "you’re in my pack. This is my father’s territory. Not yours."
She took a step closer.
"And you... you’re a liar. You pretended to love him. All while having two other husbands. Two." She scoffed. "I must say, I’m impressed by your level of whore. You filthy, selfish—"
"Say one more word," I growled, "and I swear by the Moon Goddess, you won’t make it out of here alive."
"Oh,ing from you? That’s rich," she mocked, raising a brow. "What did he call you again? A Crescent?" She smirked. "Do you think that scares me?"
Then she pointed upward—and I noticed them.
Jars. Dozens of them. Lined above the room, strung together with a thin rope... connected directly to her hand.
"Wolf’s bane," she said sweetly. "One tug, and you’ll be drenched in it."
"You wouldn’t dare."
"Try me."
My chest rose and fell rapidly, rage burning in my lungs.
"You’re insane. That man is with my babies—"
"That man?" she cut in coldly. "Are you really referring to Cyrius as that man? After all he’s done to keep you and your children alive?"
She stepped closer, eyes zing.
"And you still toss him aside like trash? Disrespect him? I don’t know what he sees in you. But I promise, once he’s done with you—" her eyes narrowed, "I’ll erase you from his life. Completely. I’ll take your ce."
"Jealous, much?" I sneered.
"Jealous?" sheughed. "Hazel, what’s wrong with you? You have two husbands, and now you want Cyrius too? Are you that selfish?"
"Stay away from Cyrius. Or I’ll.."
"Hazel." She lifted the rope slightly, and all the jars above us clinked.
"You seem to forget," she said, voice suddenly cold, "your life is in my hands right now. One drop. One pull. And you’ll be marinating in poison. So I suggest... you behave."
I clenched my fists.
"You think I came alone?" I said, low and sharp.
"Oh, you mean one of your husband outside ?" she mocked. "And the 50 wolves camped outside? Trust me, Hazel... we saw everything. The moment you stepped foot into France,"
She stepped toward me, eyes burning.
"This was a mistake. You stepping back here after what you did. After how you betrayed him. After how you left him buried in the dark. You don’t belong here, Hazel. Not anymore."
My jaw tightened. My throat burned with rage and guilt.
But she wasn’t done. "You’re a traitor. And trust me... Here in France" She gave a cruel smile. "We always deal with traitors."
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