Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 44: Danger

**~ Cayden’s POV ~**

I stood in front of her door, paralyzed by the sounds leaking through. Moans. Soft, desperate... familiar.

I didn’t know why it hit me like a blade between the ribs. She had chased me out like I was nothing. Like I wasn’t the damn father of the child growing inside her. Like our night didn’t mean everything. Still, I had no right to stand there, feeling offended.

I should leave.

But Ragnar—Ragnar had other ideas.

My wolf was howling beneath my skin, restless. His gaze had locked on her the moment we caught a glimpse through the half-open door. That nightgown clung to her body in all the right places—thin enough to betray the soft peaks of her nipples, delicate enough to leave every curve on display.

He wanted her. Desperately. He wanted to rip that gown off and take her again like we did that night wild, reckless, fated. The night that got us here.

But I and Ragnar made a promise to each other.

We would stay away.

My jaw clenched, and I forced myself to turn away. I had to go. I was halfway to my chamber when Leon intercepted me.

"Alpha," he said quickly, bowing his head. "Elder Obrian and Sir Claus called for a council meeting. They want all of us present."

I nodded. "Let’s go."

"But sir, Beta Caspian is also needed—you can go I’ll go get him." He said turning away

I paused, then placed a firm hand on Leon’s shoulder. "Caspian’s busy at the moment. I’ll take his place."

Leon blinked. "What?"

"I said let’s go," I snapped, and we turned toward the meeting room without another word.

The chamber was tense when we entered. Everyone was already seated—except Caspian, of course. I moved to my chair, scanning the room: Sir Klaus, Elder Gina, Leon, Aurora, My mother ... Obrian and the rest. Correct content is on NovelFire.

I leaned back, folding my arms. "What was so important that you called an impromptu meeting, Obrian? This better not be a waste of time."

He stood slowly, eyes gleaming with something between concern and conviction. "Thank you, Alpha, for giving me the floor," he said. "I have an observation I must share."

Before he could continue, Gina let out a sigh. "An observation? You called a full council meeting because of a feeling? Couldn’t you speak to one of us first before dragging everyone here?"

"I understand your frustration," Obrian said. "But I promise you—this isn’t a waste of time. I believe... Dahlia is alive."

Gasps echoed around the table.

"What?" mother choked out. "You saw her?"

feel her presence. I believe she’s been in the outskirts... and more than that, I think she’s been inside

waltzed into our home unnoticed? We all saw her die.

I know what I sensed. Yesterday, near the west wing. And then I found this." He reached into his robe and placed a small bundle

was unmistakable. Witches

other witches are allowed here. Aurora, do you recognize these herbs? Were they

Her brows pulled together.

these. And not just

My stomach turned.

My child. If Dahlia

my fists. "If what you’re saying is true—then Hazel is

aware of her presence. If Hazel stays here, she becomes a target. Her child—Our future heir is in serious danger. I suggest we

Aurora," He added. "She’s powerful, and she can cloak

for me. It’s witchcraft, without

"I agree," Mother added.

doing this. That herb proves Dahlia is alive. Aurora, you’ll leave with Hazel. Tonight.

"Wait. Tonight? You’re just going to force her to go? Without even telling

child," I growled. "I’m protecting them

to argue, but I cut her off.

down, defeated. "You," she

Then prepare. You leave

walk

a shadow overlaid on his skin. No one else

And that was enough.

I hadn’t forgotten the way he voted against me becoming Alpha. The way

No. This isn’t concern.

This is calculated.

the herb. He spun the tale of Dahlia’s return. And now, like

him, he

on protecting Hazel that

following a shady bastard’s plan. If anything went wrong, it would be on me. If she disappeared and never came

No. That wasn’t happening.

I stood, jaw set.

meeting is disposed," I announced coldly, already storming out before anyone could question

didn’t

and like clockwork, O’Brien was the last to leave the council chamber. He didn’t head toward the entrance like a man ready to leave the High House. No—he

My eyes narrowed.

move through the halls like he’d done it a

And then he stopped.

of his room.

Cyrius.