Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 37: Doomed

Hazel’s POV

The moment my eyes met Aurora’s, I knew something was wrong. She’d looked at Caspian, and then back at me, giving a sharp nod before whispering something under her breath I couldn’t quite catch.

Then, without another word, she turned and walked ahead into the woods. Caspian and I followed in silence.

The forest around us was eerily quiet, the kind of quiet that made every twig snap feel like a gunshot. As we walked, I noticed how familiar everything felt—the bend of the trees, the twisted vines, the crunch of dried leaves underfoot. It was all too familiar.

Then it hit me.

This place... I had seen it before.

In my dreams.

I paused for a moment, heart pounding in my chest. The air smelled of burnt herbs, and ahead of us was a small wooden hut. Smoke curled from the crooked chimney in thin, ghostly streams. It was exactly the same as the one from my dream. The same tilted roof, the same moss-covered stones around it. Every detail.

She was standing by the doorway, the witch. Her cloak fluttered slightly with the wind, and her face was hidden under her hood. Without a word, she gestured us inside.

Aurora went first. Caspian followed, glancing back at me for a brief second. I stepped in last.

The inside of the hut was darker than I expected. Strange symbols glowed faintly on the walls, and a single candle flickered on a wooden table in the center of the room. Dried herbs hung from the ceiling, brushing our heads as we sat across from her.

She tilted her head and looked at me, then at Caspian. Her voice rasped like dried leaves.

"I see you brought his brother, not him."

I stiffened, trying not to show any emotion. "Who are you talking about?"

She smiled, but there was no warmth in it. "The monster."

"What monster?" I asked, playing dumb.

"The monster," she repeated, eyes locked on mine.

are you talking about?" he

whisper, "She means

sharp and confused, but before he could say anything,

you calling my brother a monster?" he asked, voice suddenly hard. " Do you even know who he

who he is," the witch said. "He’s the Alpha of the Blue Moon pack. A monster disguised in

I blinked.

is.

in my throat. So

my end of the deal, because I know exactly what happened to Dahlia. I won’t make her mistake... but in return, you will

narrowed my eyes.

a crooked smile. "Something you can

me who I am, I’ll give you

out your hand." Correct content

this part—Dahlia told

hesitated, but then

the

hand shot out, grabbing my wrist.

blood," the witch

a needle. Not a huge, cursed-looking knife!" Caspian’s voice was sharp

to him,

breath. "It’s fine. I want

at me, jaw tight,

a small cut across my palm. The metal burned against my skin, but I didn’t flinch. She caught the blood in a scrap of white cloth, then dropped it into a

and swirling—rose from the

she looked

"Exactly as I suspected. Hazel... you are very

"What do you

deal. I tell you what you are... after you give me what I

was tight. "And

her slowly. "The child," she said