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.

say?" I asked, my voice lower,

the coven’s ancient spellwork now that they’re gone. When triplet alphas are born, witches prepare their fated

again. All three pulsed with soft golden

is alive.

serrated blade. My legs buckled slightly as my

killed

Cayden lied," she said. "Or he

growled, blood roaring in

stormed for

"Versa!"

rang out, and instantly, I froze—paralyzed by magic. I snarled, my jaw tightening as I

forward. "Don’t tell him I told you. He might come

her

another word, she disappeared into the shadows, cloak

I didn’t waste time.

raced through the hallways, storming past stunned guards and startled

yelled, throwing open his chamber door.

Empty.

always in one place after council meetings. The rooftop. His sanctuary. His hiding spot. His

I didn’t walk.

I jumped.

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

turn at

me, brother?" he asked, voice

I didn’t reply.

I lunged at him.

fast the bottle shattered against the stone. His legs dangled over the edge. One slip, and I’d throw him

eyes widened in

voice like fire in my throat. "Where is

spiked. That was all the answer

sheer, burning rage, I shoved

chest. Something to match the betrayal. And maybe a few hours’ worth of damage to give me space before we had

not even a second

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blood. No

on the rooftop like

the air, a reminder of who he truly was. Sometimes I forgot—forgot that Cayden had shifted early, that he became an Alpha at just fourteen, that power never really left him. It simmered

throat, nostrils flaring. "Where

out someday," Cayden muttered.

again. My fist connected with his mouth, the

he

He retaliated.

up and gripped

Too tight.

my mouth. Blood. I was choking on my blood while he looked

he said coldly. "For days.

I landed hard on my back,

jumped back to my feet and launched at

kept our brother away from me!" I snarled in his face. "Where is

at me... and for the first time, I saw

Remorse.

guilt. Not defiance.

here," Cayden said

I blinked. "What?"

didn’t repeat himself.

I followed him.

of the high house, the echo of

stopped—at a small

A hidden room.

all did. But no one used it. We never

Cayden opened the

is where Cyrius had

My brother.

While I fought beside Cayden, I thought the worst of Cyrius had already come to pass. While we buried a

opened the door and stepped aside, letting me

I walked in.

Too cold. Not the cold of