Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 21: The Dream and the Dress

~Hazel’s POV~

"Come here..."

A voice rasped after me, low and twisted like something crawling up from beneath the earth.

I ran. NovelFire

Faster than I ever had before, legs screaming, lungs burning, heart thudding loud in my ears. The air was thick and heavy I couldn’t tell if it was night or if darkness itself had swallowed me whole. I just knew I had to keep running.

I didn’t know where I was.

All I knew was that the voice guttural, broken, inhuman was behind me. Chasing.

My bare feet slapped against cold, damp earth. Tree branches scratched at my arms like fingers trying to pull me back. The scent of decay curled in my nose—wet leaves, moss, something else. Something rotting.

Then my ear caught a noise.

A cry.

A baby’s cry.

High-pitched, fragile... coming from the woods up ahead.

I faltered, breath hitching. My mind screamed at me to run the other way, but my feet turned toward the sound.

I was in a forest. But how? How did I leave Father’s house? I didn’t remember walking out the door. Didn’t remember anything at all.

Not that Father’s house wasn’t its own personal hell, but still... this place was different. Wilder. More dangerous.

I ran toward the baby’s cry, drawn by something I couldn’t explain. The shadow behind me was gaining. I could feel it. I didn’t look back.

"You’re an abomination," the voice hissed again, jagged and seething. "You are bringing more abomination. You’re destroying the balance of nature. You need to be taken down."

Abomination? What did that even mean? I was just... me. Ordinary. Forgotten. The rejected human girl in a cursed household.

How was I suddenly some kind of threat?

My thoughts were spinning, heart thundering as I pushed through thorned bushes and crooked trees. Then, suddenly I tripped.

I fell.

in front of a

silence, trembling and desperate. In the dimness, I could see the small silhouette of a child swaddled inside. My hand reached out instinctively—but

turned my head

gliding. There was no face, only blackness, swirling and alive. In its hand, A stake. Sharpened and glinting. Like it had been waiting

chest hurt. A sharp, aching pulse right over my heart. I couldn’t

baby cried

Pain.

half as the stake drove

And I screamed.

to my chest, and for a terrifying second, I was sure the stake was still there.

trembled as they touched the spot. I

something. A small mark. Tiny, but

It was just a dream. A horrible,

Wasn’t it?

spinning when my

the cluster of maids holding baskets of beauty

me helped anchor me back to the moment. The pain in

Should I tell her?

she call

under my nightgown again. The tiny injury was gone. Not even

Maybe I was crazy.

on?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You look like you’ve seen

come. I just shook my head. No point

didn’t push. "Good," she said instead, clapping her hands.

nightmare I’d just woken from. A large porcelain tub stood at the center, filled with steaming lavender-scented water

I stared, stunned.

meant a cracked basin, cold water,

courtesy of Beta Caspian," one of the maids said with a small smile, as though she could read my

course it was Caspian. Who

was royalty. But I couldn’t relax. I kept thinking about the dream. The baby. The mark. The voice that

I needed space. Alone with the lavender and the silence,

they returned, I’d dried off and was wrapped in a

then I