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?!"

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

in. The look on her face it was pure

between her fallen sons and the one still standing, covered

said there weren’t

me?"

her, but she backed

bastard witch that cursed us—she’s dead! How do we fix this

eyes flew to a shadow.....A shadow standing in the

me. Same build. Same curly hair cascading from beneath a wide-brimmed hat

tried to

"Wait—"

through her hat. But before I

gasped my body coming back to me...My eyes

real world slammed back into me—and what I saw made

strength. His face was twisted in rage, a mirror of the same fury I

launched up, panic driving

off with everything in me, rushing to shield Caspian. My breath was ragged, my limbs trembling.

Cayden froze.

dimmed. His

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

itself together. "I

"You’re shaking—Hazel—"

can’t raise my child around him," I cried, voice cracking. "I can’t believe he’s the father of my child. Caspian, I’m carrying an abomination.

broke. Like a wall shattered in slow motion.

to the bed gently. "Hazel, you need to

stood there... still as a 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 his mother rejected him. Correct

of

Twice.

Caspian pleaded, "please tell

to

That’s when Cayden snapped.

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