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.

leaned forward slightly. "What are you talking about?" he

pretending to whisper,

to mine, sharp and confused, but before he could say anything,

asked, voice suddenly hard.

is," the witch said. "He’s the Alpha of the Blue

I blinked.

"That man is not who you think he is. And your biggest mistake was making

formed in my throat. So she knew. About

truth about yourself. I will keep my end of the deal, because

my eyes. "What

with a crooked smile. "Something

you tell me who I am, I’ll give you

settled." She leaned forward. "Stretch out your

skipped. I remembered this part—Dahlia told me

hesitated, but then stretched my hand

brought the white silver blade," the witch muttered, reaching

out, grabbing my wrist. "What are you using

just need her blood," the witch said

pen. Or a needle. Not a huge, cursed-looking knife!" Caspian’s

turned to him,

took a breath. "It’s fine. I want

me, jaw tight, but said

silver blade and made 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 cup filled with a thick, dark

swirling—rose from

looked at

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

swallowed. "What do you mean? What am

is a deal. I tell you what you are... after you

voice was tight. "And what exactly

slowly. "The child," she said with