Mated to the Triplet Alphas

Hazel’s POV

I jolted awake with a gasp, my heart racing. The room spun for a moment before settling into focus. Soft morning light filtered through floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating an unfamiliar space.

My mind felt foggy. The last thing I remembered was Leo bringing me food after our pregnancy test confrontation. I’d been so hungry that I’d eaten a few bites despite my suspicions.

“Drugged,” I muttered, rubbing my temples. “The food was drugged.”

I pushed myself up from the comfortable bed and took in my surroundings. This wasn’t the sterile room I’d been kept in before. This space was lived-in, personal. The walls were painted a soft gray, with blue accents throughout—throw pillows, a rug, artwork. The furniture was sleek and modern but showed signs of use.

This wasn’t a cell. It was someone’s bedroom.

I slid out of bed, my bare feet sinking into the plush carpet. The room was spacious, with the large windows offering a view of a city I didn’t recognize—tall buildings stretching toward the sky, cars like tiny ants moved along the streets far below.

“Where the hell am I?” I whispered, approaching the windows.

I pressed my palms against the glass, but it didn’t budge. Sealed shut. And even if I could break it, we were at least twenty floors up. Jumping would mean certain death.

A quick survey of the room revealed a bathroom, a walk-in closet filled with men’s clothing, and a small sitting area with bookshelves. The whole space smelled faintly of sandalwood—masculine but not overpowering.

It smelled... oddly comforting.