Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 46: The Veins of Truth

*~Caspian’s POV~*

We descended the stairs slowly, each step heavier than the last.

The entire house was in shambles.

Walls cracked. Frames torn. Furniture shattered like it had been through a hurricane. But it wasn’t a storm that did this. It was Cayden. His rage.

It was swallowing the whole house.

I spotted Dad and Leon standing at a distance, trying to hold back—but neither dared approach him directly. His aura was molten, dangerous. The moment his eyes landed on us—no, on Hazel—they both flinched.

And just like that...

He vanished.

Hazel swallowed hard beside me, eyes wide, hands trembling. But before I could say anything, we heard a noise behind us.

Natasha.

Her voice made my jaw clench instantly.

"Oh, don’t tell me the damsel in distress is in another distress again," she sang as she walked past, eyes full of smugness. "Can you not just make a day that won’t be all about you, precious sister?"

Hazel flinched slightly, but Natasha just tossed her hair and continued.

She finally noticed the chaos around us—the broken staircase railing, the cracked wall.

"Oh my God," she gasped dramatically. "My love has gone mad again."

She pointed a perfectly manicured finger at Hazel. "It’s all your fault, isn’t it? All that you’ve been doing recently is just to make everything destroyed."

She whirled, rushing off like a squirrel on caffeine. "I need to go find him. I need to calm him down."

Nobody said a word. We let her go.

I guided Hazel gently to a seat, and then my father stepped forward, voice firm but confused. "What is happening?"

Mother followed close behind, eyes sharp as a dagger. "Who made Cayden angry?"

Then her gaze turned on Hazel. "You know he should not be angry, Caspian. Why? Who? Is it you?" she hissed, pointing a rigid hand directly at Hazel.

not Hazel. She saw something... and she would love to share

a human dreamt something, and now you’re calling it a

carrying a werewolf. And now... we’re not even sure if the child is going

hand tightened

the baby might not inherit any wolf traits—only what comes

born human. Her child will be human. A wretched one,

whispered. "Is there any day you remember when Cayden, Cyrius, and Caspian were young? A time Cayden tried to... kill them? Dark veins on his body. You

moment, everything

I saw it.

in Mother’s

steely calm. "What are you saying? Like I said—it was a

we don’t mention Cyrius’ name

you ever mention that name again,

I interrupted gently. "Just tell us. Was there ever a day like

not," she

my God. Now

dramatically into

darling... We’ve all moved on. It’s just his name... but the memory lives on. Our dear son. Died the day his

Now that was interesting.

A slip. "Died the day his

I could see it. We both

this wretched human has made me remember him," Mother sobbed into

slowly, "did you ever see dark veins appear

snapped. "No such thing. And don’t go around believing in

"Please. I need to leave

let’s go," she said, clutching his arm and

turned to us with a somber expression. "Hazel, it’s probably nothing. It might just be a dream, like she said... or maybe it’s stress. Also, like I said—don’t mention

following Mother up the stairs, her cries echoing

to me with fire in her eyes. "I told you this was

stomped away, furious, her

couldn’t

Because something wasn’t right.

Cayden getting angry? Why is she always quick to dismiss

on the

wait

Leon was at my heels, trailing

he