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.

are you trying to say?" I asked, my

alphas are born, witches prepare their fated prophecies

raised them again. All three pulsed with

alive.

through me like a serrated blade. My legs buckled slightly as my

"Cayden said he killed him. I

Cayden lied," she said. "Or he thought he killed him and

I growled, blood roaring

stormed for the

"Versa!"

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

stepping forward. "Don’t tell him

her hand, releasing

she disappeared into the shadows, cloak

I didn’t waste time.

room and raced through the hallways, storming past stunned guards and

I yelled, throwing open his

Empty.

always in one place after council meetings.

I didn’t walk.

I jumped.

the edge, bottle in hand, staring at the moon like it held the answers to his sins and atrocities

didn’t even turn at the

join me, brother?" he asked,

I didn’t reply.

I lunged at him.

back so fast the bottle shattered against the stone. His legs

eyes widened in

fire in my

heartbeat spiked. That was all the

rage, I shoved Cayden off the

a hard thud—anything that would satisfy the fury clawing at my chest. Something to match the betrayal. And maybe a few hours’ worth of damage to give me

not even

was behind me. Correct content

No

the rooftop like nothing had

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 Alpha at

growled low in my throat, nostrils flaring. "Where

someday," Cayden muttered. "But I didn’t

lunged at him again. My fist connected with his

he

He retaliated.

hand flew up and gripped my throat.

Too tight.

Blood. I was choking on my blood while he looked at me like I was

said coldly. "For days. You’ve been spiraling, Caspian. Be

I landed hard on my back,

to my feet

snarled in his face. "Where is

at me... and for the first time,

Remorse.

Not defiance. Just...

here," Cayden

I blinked. "What?"

repeat himself. Just turned

I followed him.

both fast and tense. Down the stairwell of the high house, the

we stopped—at a small door under the

A hidden room.

We all did. But no one used it. We never stored anything

Cayden opened the

where Cyrius had

My brother.

fucking years. Locked away in the dark. While we mourned him. While I fought beside Cayden, I thought the worst of Cyrius

stepped aside, letting me

I walked in.

the