Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 25: Flames of denial

~Cayden’s POV~

This can’t be real... impossible. Hazel? Pregnant with my child?

The words played in my head like some sick joke. I stood there, stiff, barely breathing as Caspian took a step back from me. I noticed it instantly—the disappointment in his eyes, the sharp shift in the air between us. My brother, my blood... turning away.

I reached out instinctively, like that could somehow fix this. "Brother... this can’t"

But he cut me off, his voice slicing through the noise like a dagger.

"It’s enough, Cayden. Enough of your lies and deceit. But for how long will you keep doing this, huh?"

He stepped back further, shaking his head in disgust. "Alpha Cayden."

That last part? He emphasized it—mocked me with it. My title suddenly felt like a heavy burden around my neck. My eyes widened because that was it. That was exactly what I’d been running from.

Any connection with Hazel always ended in chaos. The closer I got to her, the more I felt like I was unraveling. Worse—I was dragging her down with me.

I sent Ragnar away. I made a deal. I told myself it was for her safety, that staying away was the only way to protect her. She didn’t need to be tangled in my world. And now...this?

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No. No, it couldn’t be. I wasn’t even inside her long enough. Barely even touched her that way. And Natasha? I’ve been with her countless times, and not once has she gotten pregnant. Not once.

This had to be a scam. A cruel setup. She’s faking it.

And now, she’s taking Caspian away from me. My own brother. My last anchor. Without him, I’m... lost.

The anger began to boil under my skin. I needed answers. I needed to see her.

I shoved Caspian out of my way and stormed through the crowd toward the hall’s entrance. But then

I stopped, like my body hit an invisible wall.

There she was.

Hazel.

Standing tall in the middle of chaos, her gaze locked with mine like we were the only two people in the room. Tears streaked down her face, ruining her makeup. Her hands clenched the fabric of her dress like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. Her chest heaved, but her stare?

Fierce.

"You.."

both said it, teeth gritted, like

my eyes dropped to her

chest. Not fear. Not anger. Something

moved between us, shielding her like I was a disease. That only enraged

pressing against my lungs. "First becoming our mate... and now pregnant?

didn’t even blink. Her stare matched mine—equal fire,

she laughed. Low. Painful. Like the kind that comes from somewhere deep and

over this situation? I would pick you to be the father

twisted, but my anger

Can’t you just leave?!" I

tightly. "I... wish

loud, but

your illegitimate child. You’re both not

This pack, my world—none of it would spare her. Ragnar

out the rest of her human days in

But instead of breaking...

She stepped forward.

pulled away from Caspian’s grasp. Her heels clicked against the marble like war

She slapped me.

Hard.

And then again.

a

my face

dare call

suit. She yanked me closer,

shoved her back, not hard, but

roared. "You’ve already done every worst thing you could possibly do to me. Any

had

walked in. Every time she enters, everything goes to hell. And now... I was unraveling in front

never lose control. Not in

she... she always knows

the crowd. My parents were up on the mezzanine, and the Gilbert wolves were gathering near Marcus. And the entire Blue Moon pack stood

And then he spoke.