Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 47: Pain of a monster

*~Hazel’s POV~*

I stormed into my room, my chest heaving like I had just run a mile through mud. I don’t know what I thought—that they would believe me? Me? The helpless human girl whose voice had never mattered in a room full of wolves. One strange observation and I thought it would finally count for something?

It never has.

Caspian didn’t follow me. He didn’t even try. He just stood there, watching me walk away. Or maybe he’d already turned his back by then. I didn’t go to his chamber this time—I went to mine. I wanted to be alone, where the silence wouldn’t try to argue with me, where I didn’t have to pretend I was still brave.

The moment I shut the door behind me, the weight of everything crashed down.

I collapsed into the bed without even pulling back the covers. I lay there as the hours passed, unmoving, my body heavy and my mind louder than ever. At some point, the room began to dim. Evening gave way to night, and moonlight crept through the slits in my curtains, casting silver streaks over my skin.

The glow touched my face. I didn’t move. I just turned to my side and touched my stomach, rubbing slow circles.

I gasped softly. A soft movement NovelFire

It was faint. So faint. But I felt like...

My child.

And then the memory returned. The thing I saw. The thing no one wanted to believe. The thing with his eyes. The way he looked, the power around him, the way something ancient had flickered across his skin for a split second. What is he? Who the hell did I get pregnant for?

Before the thought could consume me again, a sound cut through the stillness—a knock. But not on my door.

Tap. Tap.

I sat up sharply. My head whipped toward the window.

Another knock.

I crawled to the window and peeked through the glass. My breath caught. A small folded letter was pressed to the outside, pinned with a silver thumbtack. I opened the window slowly, letting the cool breeze brush past me, and took the letter.

Scrawled in dark ink:

"Meet me at the rooftop."

My heart stuttered.

Who? Why?

But curiosity? Yeah, it had always been the death of me.

I didn’t think—I just moved. Slipped out the back of my chamber and snuck through the silent halls. Up the winding stairwell that led to the roof of the high-house.

When I finally pushed open the rusted door, the night air kissed my skin, and my eyes found him.

Sitting near the ledge, his posture relaxed, but everything about him screamed tightly wound chaos. His long black hair blew gently in the breeze, a few strands sticking to his sharp cheekbones. He had a trimmed beard now, darker than the last time I saw him this close. And those eyes—goddess, those eyes, blood red, glowing faintly under the moonlight.

Cayden.

me in his gaze. And then, slowly, he patted the spot beside him. No

sat in one hand. Another empty cup in the other. As

I didn’t move.

froze.

couldn’t sit next to him. Not after what I’d said. Not after the

man now, calm and collected. But that didn’t erase what I’d seen earlier. The rage. The

of his face when I called him that. The pain in it, like a mirror of something he’d seen before.

broke something

slowly and sat beside him, careful not to

handed me the

I flinched.

something flickered across his face. A mix of hurt and disappointment, quickly masked with a scornful half-smile. "I forgot," he muttered, "humans don’t like sitting near

"That’s not " I stopped, then took the cup from him

He raised a brow.

belly like it would prove my words. "You shouldn’t serve a pregnant

and then he chuckled. A real, low sound that rumbled from

bad," he said, taking the cup back and downing it in one long gulp. "I’m used to being

"People like me?"

gaze shifted toward the stars.

then he turned to me fully, his face

asked, voice quiet, almost gentle... Almost? "That made you call

with everything I hadn’t said for weeks I’ve stayed in the high-house. My voice trembled,

know why I

me, his jaw

began, counting on my fingers, "you rejected

flinched just

you got

parted, but I didn’t

it illegitimate like

eyes dropped

me. No explanation. No apology. Just... possession. Five" I inhaled sharply, voice shaking now. "You started acting all weird. Possessive. Like you have the right to call my baby your

lower, softer,

then I had the

He didn’t look up.

of them. Your body... it changed. Dark veins crawling under your skin. This terrifying power

Silence.

Then, a whisper. "What?"

confused. "I said,

eyes locked on mine now, something wild flashing in them. "The last thing. Say the

My heart thudded.

body. And this weird power was surging through you.

when his

in his soft red