Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 45: Core of the Monster

~Hazel’s POV~

It felt like my mind had been swallowed whole, yanked from my body like a soul stripped from flesh. Silence pressed on every side of me, heavy and strange. I was floating—or falling—into a space that didn’t feel real.

Where... am I?

Everything around me was dark, but then... like velvet curtains pulling apart, I saw sunlight bloom ahead. Warm, golden, nostalgic. I stepped forward, drawn to it. The moment I did, I heard a voice.

"Cyrius, stop! Mum said we shouldn’t throw balls at each other!"

That voice... soft, young, familiar. It was Caspian.

No. A younger version of him.

And then I saw them—three little boys running through a field. My breath caught. They were adorable, all with raven-black hair but eyes that burned with different colors: fiery red, piercing blue, and warm amber-gold.

Two ran in front, one trailing behind and tossing balls at them like they were toys. The ones in front—Cayden and Caspian. Definitely. But the one in the back...

Cyrius.

My chest tightened. I knew it. I felt it in my bones.

Then it happened.

Little Cayden paused, turned, and faced Cyrius. His red eyes began to glow, and slowly... his hand raised.

The energy in the air changed.

Cyrius screamed.

His body lifted off the ground, suspended by invisible hands as if something—someone—was choking him. And Cayden—little, innocent Cayden—was surrounded by shadows. Dark smoke veined with glowing black tendrils crawled over his small frame.

"Cayden, what are you doing?! Let him go!" little Caspian yelled in horror.

But Cayden didn’t move.

Cyrius fell hard. Caspian rushed to him, shaking him, crying his name. "Cyrius? CYRIUS?!"

launched toward Cayden—but didn’t reach him. and he too dropped

door burst open. Their mother ran in. The look on her

between her fallen sons and the one still standing, covered in dark magic. Her hand

she gasped. "She said there

wrong with me?" Cayden cried. "I’m

her, but she backed away

"That bastard witch that cursed us—she’s dead! How

flew to a shadow.....A

curly hair cascading from beneath a wide-brimmed hat that

tried to reach

"Wait—"

turned slightly, just enough to let a sliver of her face peek through her hat. But before I could recognize her, the world blurred. The vision

my body coming back to

back into me—and what I saw made

pinning him to the floor with terrifying strength. His face was twisted in rage, a mirror of the same fury I saw

launched up, panic driving

shield Caspian. My breath was ragged, my

Cayden froze.

eyes dimmed. His

protectively, pulling me back against his chest. "Hazel, what happened? What

barely holding itself together. "I saw what he

"You’re shaking—Hazel—"

voice cracking. "I can’t believe he’s the father of my child. Caspian, I’m

a wall shattered in slow motion. He took one step forward—his mouth opened—but nothing came

stood, guiding me to the bed gently. "Hazel, you need to breathe. Just breathe,

statue. His gaze dropped to the floor. Something about his face—it looked familiar. The same void expression from the vision. The same crushed, broken look when

deserved it. Every bit of it. He tried to kill his

Twice.

"please tell me what

to leave

That’s when Cayden snapped.

"What the hell is going on?! How do you know about Cyrius?! Same