Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 6: The Broken Moon

Hazel’s POV

I was wrong... so very wrong.

It wasn’t a wolf...at least, not yet. But my stomach churned like it was the first time I was seeing a man that gorgeous. I thought I could just sit quietly in the back corner of the ceremony hall, unnoticed, letting the day unfold like it was meant for someone else. But what I felt inside me wasn’t ordinary.

My cheeks burned as Cayden’s gaze slowly dragged away from mine. His eyes were so intense, so piercing, and left me breathless. Then he spoke, and the entire crowd immediately fell into a tense, reverent silence.

He was the most feared.

Today should’ve been the day they crowned one of the infamous triplets—the heirs to the Blue Moon Pack—the new Alpha. The decision was to be made only after the Moon Goddess revealed their mate. But him... Cayden... he wasn’t bound by ordinary rules. Rumor had it that a powerful witch coven had cursed the entire Blue Moon pack years ago, binding the triplets in their wolf forms trapping their power, their destiny.

Cayden was the first to break it. No one knew how, only that once he did, the curse began to unravel for the others too. And for that alone, he was made Alpha crowned ahead of his two brothers without question.

Since then, his power had spread across the packs like wildfire. He made New Orleans untouchable. He tamed the witches who once cursed us. Every other pack rogue or royal bowed under his reign. The Blue Moon Pack had become the pinnacle of strength, and Cayden, its dark, revered king.

Then he moved.

I watched as he walked toward my sister, Natasha. She stood with grace, her perfectly curled blonde hair cascading over her silk gown. Without hesitation, she stretched her hand to him. He kissed it..elegant and commanding, like some fairytale prince—but I knew better.

Everyone had known for years that they would be mates, just as Father planned. It had always been the Beta’s child that mated the Alpha, a long-standing tradition no one dared question.

And Natasha... well, she fit the role perfectly. They danced in the center of the massive, glittering hall, spinning like they were born for it, while Caspian danced with Sophia. Lillian, the third sister, sat beside Father and her mother, whispering about how tragic it was the third brother didn’t survive to see this day. I didn’t say anything. I just watched jealousy chewing at the insides of me like acid.

The crowd cheered as Natasha and Cayden’s dance ended, and she smiled back at them, radiant, delicate... angelic. The light seemed to love her, casting her in a golden glow as she leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Cayden’s cheek. Father looked at her with such pride in his eyes, and I.

I hated it.

shadows like

brought forward a chained

years ago...now a prisoner, tamed and forced to serve us. Today, she

needed

voice boomed across the room. "All who come of age today,

My stomach twisted violently.

to go unnoticed but there was no escaping his gaze. He nodded once. Cold. Commanding. I hesitated... then nodded back. My heart beat against my ribs

let me be

She sliced their palms, letting the blood drip into a ceremonial silver bowl. They didn’t even flinch. Then she passed the bowl to the rest of us those of age. One by one, we cut our hands, letting our blood join theirs. The air pulsed with power as she lifted the bowl and began to chant. The language was old and ancient, and it made the hairs on

This was the moment.

first shift. That we’d finally meet

and their bones began to crack beneath their skin. We followed and bodies started contorting, glowing, shifting. Groans echoed around the room as everyone began to

Except me. NovelFire

I just sat there.

Still.

Empty.

became the only sound I could

No....No, this can’t be.

my last shot. My last chance at mattering. At being seen. I’m

will kill

and useless. The ritual ended and silence reclaimed the hall.

who hadn’t been claimed were released outside—blindfolded