Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers-Chapter 305: Sister bond.

I started hearing a familiar voice outside the carriage—so familiar that my heart stopped mid‑beat. Leon. His voice carried through the night, woven together with the soft echo of his piano playing. And somewhere beside him...I heard my sister. She wasn’t running, wasn’t hiding—she was holding her ground.

Panic rushed through me. I didn’t want Darius to get angry, not when he had made it painfully clear that I was not to disobey his rules. But how could I sit still when my own family was out there fighting for me? Fighting because of me?

Instinctively, I placed my hands on my belly. My stomach had started to round out, more visible now than I had noticed before. A small bump—my bump. When did Darius even realize I was pregnant? When did I realize? I prayed silently that my children wouldn’t turn out like Hazel’s, who practically popped out a baby in one month. Goddess forbid.

The noise outside swelled—shouts, the thundering clash of power, Leon’s voice rising in a fierce cry that shook my bones. I held my breath. Part of me wanted to keep listening; another part wished I could shut the world out completely.

Then Leon let out a massive, reverberating roar. My breath snagged in my throat.

Something was happening. Something big.

I cracked open the carriage door just an inch, and the sight nearly buckled my knees—my sister on the ground, right beside the wheel of my carriage. She lifted her head weakly.

"Aurora..." she whispered.

I slammed the door shut so fast the wood shook. Terror flooded me. If Darius saw me talking to her—if he even suspected it—he would kill her without hesitation. He wouldn’t even blink.

"Sister," I whispered through the door, "please, stop. Don’t let Darius notice you. If he sees you talking to me, he’s going to kill you."

"He’s busy," she said, her voice strained and shaky. "Leon and Chris are holding him down. And Gabrielle is here. Do you know her?"

"Who?" I asked.

"Gabrielle—the little blind girl."

My mind snapped back to her instantly. The tiny girl with white eyes who spoke with wisdom far beyond her age. The one who once told me, We will meet again.

"It’s fine," my sister insisted. "Come outside, Aurora."

I shook my head even though she couldn’t see it. "It’s not safe."

"It is," she said firmly, almost begging now. "I really need you to come out here. Please. Trust me."

Against all logic, all caution, all fear...I opened the carriage door again and stepped out slowly.

My sister was bruised everywhere—blood smeared on her face, her lip split, her clothes torn. The sight crushed my heart. This was all my fault. If she hadn’t come to save me, she wouldn’t look like this.

She grabbed my hand, pulled me into a desperate hug.

"Oh, my dear girl..." she murmured. "Look at you. You’re...you’re big now."

Her eyes dropped to my stomach, widening.

"Are you really—?"

I nodded. "Yes. I think I’m pregnant."

"You THINK?" she scolded. "Aurora, this is a whole pregnancy bump!"

We both let out a shaky laugh, despite the chaos around us.

Then a soft pair of footsteps approached. Gabrielle emerged through the dust and smoke, smiling as though she wasn’t walking through a battlefield.

She held out her hands toward my stomach. I let her touch. She felt along my bump gently, reverently.

"Your baby is very beautiful," she whispered.

Emotion swelled in my throat. Even blind, she could see my child better than I could.

"We don’t have enough time," Gabrielle said suddenly, her voice sharpening. "We need to leave. Now."

I turned to my sister. "I think she’s right."

"Don’t worry," my sister said. "You and Gabrielle—get in the carriage. I’ll drive."

I nodded, scooping Gabrielle into the carriage before climbing in behind her. We were just about to flee when the one voice I dreaded most sliced through the air like a sword.

"Do not dare make that bloody mistake, Aurora."

Darius.

I froze. Slowly, I turned. His power crackled around him, his eyes deadly calm—even with Leon and Chris struggling to restrain him.

"If you think climbing into that carriage is a good idea," he said in a low, lethal tone, "you are gravely mistaken."

He stepped forward.

"I will kill Leon and Caspian first. Then I will hunt down those two fools with you. And after I’m done with them, I will go home...kill Hazel, her husband, and her mother. I will slaughter every last one of them in front of you."

My heart stopped.

"And then," he finished, "I will drag you back with me, and whatever freedom you thought you had as my wife will vanish in less than a second."

I swallowed hard. I was about to crumble. About to give in.

But Gabrielle slipped her hand into mine.

Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it hit me like thunder:

"Let’s go."

I nodded, and somehow I managed to shut down the fear shaking through my body, forcing myself to enter the carriage. My sister climbed to the front with courage blazing in her eyes and snapped the reins. The horses bolted forward, and the carriage shot through the forest.

Gabrielle placed her hand gently on my stomach again.

"You’ll be fine," she whispered. "Your baby will be fine. No one will harm us."

I nodded for what felt like the hundredth time, praying she was right.

Crazy... how my entire life had done a full 360. First, my pregnant maid and her demon husband died. Then I was forced into marriage the same night. Now my husband was battling the father of my unborn child, and here I was—running with my long‑lost sister and a mysterious blind girl who kept knowing the impossible. Even fantasy novels weren’t as unrealistic as the life I was living.

The horses sped up. The wheels thundered over the dirt. Then, suddenly—

The carriage jerked to a complete stop.

All three of us froze.

My breath caught in my throat as Gabrielle pulled her hand away from my stomach and gripped my fingers tightly.

"Aurora," she whispered. "Step out. Now."

Then I heard it—Darius’s voice.

"Aurora... step out."

It felt like every vein in my body burst with ice. He escaped.

He escaped.

And if he escaped... that meant only one thing:

Leon and Caspian were down.

"No..." I whispered, shaking my head. "It’s over. It’s over." My voice broke. My sister’s eyes filled with fire.

"No. It’s not over," she said. "I will take down that bloody demon."

"No—don’t say that, Alice!" I panicked. "He’s a demon. And I’m a Crescent," my sister answered sharply.

"He’s a demon," I repeated. "He’s stronger. I just got you back—I don’t want to lose you again, Alice. Please don’t do that."

"Aurora," she said quickly, "you can ride the carriage, can’t you?"

I blinked, trying to understand. "What do you mean?"

"I’m asking if you can ride the carriage."

I nodded slowly. "Yes... but—"

"Come to the front," she said. "Without getting down. Climb over."

"Alice, what are you—?"

"Just climb."

I climbed over the seat until I reached her. She pressed the reins into my shaking hands.

"You will be the one to drive this carriage," she said. "I’ll hold that demon back. If I can’t kill him, I’ll stall him long enough for you to get far—far away from us."

"And what if—?"

"Don’t worry about me." Her voice softened. "I will hold him down."

"But you can die," I cried. "Alice, he will kill you. And Goddess knows if he hasn’t already killed my husband... or Leon... or Caspian..."

She swallowed. "Aurora... even if Leon dies, then he died for a good cause. So you and your baby can survive. You have suffered enough. You’ve lived in pain all your life. And your pain has been ignored by everyone around you."

Her hand touched my cheek.

"It will no longer be ignored. It’s time for us to take responsibility."

"No," I said, choking. "There is no bloody responsibility to take. You can’t do this to yourself."

"I’m not doing this to myself," she said softly. "Goodbye, Aurora."

Before I could grab her, she slipped from the carriage. I tried to pull her back, but she was too strong. She slammed the carriage door shut just as I reached for her.

"Drive the carriage, Aurora!" she screamed. "If you don’t, we all die!"

And then—Gabrielle moved her fingers in a sudden motion I didn’t understand. The horses lurched forward as if commanded by magic. The carriage started rolling.

I grabbed the reins, struggling to control the speed as the trees blurred past us.

My heart split open.

I couldn’t leave my sister.

No—

No, I couldn’t leave my sister!.. memories of the past started clashing in my head.. my heart tightened.

History is repeating itself once again, and I can’t do anything to stop it.. I guess I’m not strong enough.