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?"

"No. But I feel her presence. I believe she’s been in the outskirts... and more than that, I think

waltzed into our

never said I saw her face. But 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

scent was unmistakable.

"No other witches are allowed here. Aurora, do you recognize these herbs? Were

pulled together. "No...

Grim. "Only a witch would carry these. And not just any witch—these

My stomach turned.

child. If

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

letting Dahlia know we’re aware of her presence. If Hazel stays here, she becomes a target. Her

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

throat. "That herb is enough proof for me. It’s witchcraft, without

"I agree," Mother added.

steel. "We’re doing this. That herb proves Dahlia is alive. Aurora, you’ll leave with Hazel. Tonight. You’ll

just going to force

my child," I growled. "I’m protecting them both. She

opened to argue, but I cut her off. "Are you

down, defeated. "You," she

prepare.

was about to stand and walk out when something caught

shadow overlaid on

And that was enough.

O’Brien was shady. He had always been shady. I hadn’t forgotten the way he voted against me becoming Alpha. The way he

No. This isn’t concern.

This is calculated.

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

him, he growled in my

eager. Too focused on protecting Hazel that I didn’t stop to question

a shady bastard’s plan.

No. That wasn’t happening.

I stood, jaw set.

I announced coldly, already storming out before anyone could

I didn’t

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.

hammered as I watched him move through the halls like he’d

And then he stopped.

in front of

Cyrius.