Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 19: The coffin

Author’s Note: Bonus Chapter Because It’s My Birthday! 🖤

~ Caspian’s POV ~

The council meeting was short and precise and as soon as it ended, I rushed to my chambers. The door clicked shut behind me, and the weight of everything hit me like a steel wall. I ripped off my shirt and threw it aside, letting my skin finally breathe.

Nizen...

The shift still clung to me. I could feel my wolf pacing just beneath the surface, still too close, still too agitated. We hadn’t bonded fully in days. I needed to let him speak.

"Hazel." His voice came sharp and deep in my mind. My wolf’s voice was never soft, but this time it carried more than command. It carried longing. View the correct content at NovelFire.

I exhaled, rolling my shoulders.

I felt it too.

Meeting Hazel had changed everything. The moment I scented her, my body stopped moving on autopilot. The bond was undeniable. I had the maids send one of the best dresses in New Orleans for our wedding. But a question still needled at the back of my mind like a splinter I couldn’t remove.

Is she truly human?

Before I could spiral further, a gentle knock echoed against the door.

My brows furrowed. No one should be on this floor. "Who’s there?" I called out.

"Aurora."

That name was enough to jolt me upright.

Aurora wasn’t just anyone. She was the only witch allowed within our pack’s borders—hell, the only one welcome in all of New Orleans. And even then, barely. Wolves were still bitter about what the witches had done—trapping us in our wolf forms under the Blue Moon’s curse. It had taken years to break it.

Cayden broke it first.

But Aurora had helped him free the rest of us. Without her, we’d still be feral, buried in fur and madness.

Still, her presence here, alone, unguarded?

I yanked my shirt back on and flung open the door, grabbing her by the wrist and yanking her inside before anyone saw her.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I hissed, scanning the hallway before shutting the door. "You’re supposed to stay in your chambers. The others would tear you apart if they saw you roaming freely."

"I’d love to see them try," she said with that smirk that never seemed to fade. She walked further in, her movements slow and deliberate, like a queen entering her throne room. Her long red hair gleamed under the lantern light, and her emerald eyes were sharp enough to slice steel.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "You’re insane."

"No," she said smoothly, seating herself on the edge of my bed like she owned the place. "I’m here for something important."

I crossed my arms, waiting.

Then she reached into her cloak and drew out three strands glowing, silver-threaded strands of energy, hovering gently between her fingers. The air crackled.

"What is that?" I asked, eyes narrowing.

"Mating strands," she said, her voice unusually serious now. "Proof that the triplet brothers of this pack have each found their mates."

"Yes," I said cautiously. "We have."

My brows furrowed. Why was she telling me what I already knew?

"I said triplets, Caspian," she said, her tone deliberate, slow, and unnervingly calm. "Not two brothers."

I frowned. "We are triplets. Or we were. One died. Cyrius died. Cayden killed him."

She didn’t blink.

"Then explain why THREE strands are glowing." she emphasized on the ’Three’.

My entire body stilled. I stepped back slightly, unsure whether I’d heard her correctly.

"No," I muttered. "No, that’s not possible. He’s dead. Death doesn’t unlink a bond. That must be it. Even in death, we’re connected."

Aurora rose to her feet, slowly walking toward me. "These strands only appear for the living, Beta Caspian."

My breath hitched.

you trying to say?" I

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three pulsed with soft golden

is alive.

serrated blade. My legs buckled slightly as my mind tried to

said he killed him. I remember—he

said. "Or he thought he killed him

him," I growled,

stormed for the

"Versa!"

out, and instantly, I froze—paralyzed by magic. I snarled, my jaw tightening as I fought the invisible binds. My muscles trembled against the

forward. "Don’t tell him I told

waved her

she disappeared into

I didn’t waste time.

through the hallways, storming past stunned guards

throwing open his chamber

Empty.

course. He was always in one place after council meetings. The

I didn’t walk.

I jumped.

there he was—sitting on the edge, bottle in hand, staring at the moon

turn at the sound

to join me, brother?"

I didn’t reply.

I lunged at him.

fast the bottle shattered against the

eyes widened

like fire in

spiked. That was all

I

the fury clawing at my chest. Something to match

not even

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crash. No blood. No broken

the rooftop like

face him. I didn’t have to. I could feel the force of his power behind me like static in the air, a reminder of who he truly was. Sometimes I forgot—forgot that Cayden had shifted early, that he became an

low in my throat, nostrils

it out someday," Cayden muttered. "But I

at him again. My fist connected with his mouth,

he

He retaliated.

up and

Too tight.

tasted copper in my mouth. Blood. I was choking on my blood while he

said coldly. "For days. You’ve

me across the rooftop. I landed hard on my back, wind knocked out of

didn’t wait. I jumped back to my feet and launched at

from me!" I snarled

for the

Remorse.

Not guilt. Not defiance. Just... exhaustion.

Cayden

I blinked. "What?"

repeat himself.

I followed him.

stairwell of the high house, the echo

stopped—at a small door under the

A hidden room.

did. But no one used it. We never

opened the

where Cyrius had

My brother.

fought beside Cayden, I thought the worst of Cyrius had

door and stepped aside, letting

I walked in.

room was cold. Too cold. Not the cold of