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.

his gaze. And then, slowly, he patted the spot beside him.

drink sat in one hand. Another empty cup in the other. As he poured from the

I didn’t move.

legs froze. My breath

said. Not after the way I’d looked

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

I called him that. The pain in it, like a mirror of something he’d seen before. His mother looked

something

him, careful not to brush

me

I flinched.

mix of hurt and disappointment, quickly masked with a scornful half-smile. "I forgot," he muttered,

took the cup from him gently. I placed it back on the ground,

He raised a brow.

I said, rubbing my belly like it would prove

then he chuckled. A real, low sound that

taking the cup back and downing it in one long gulp. "I’m

"People like me?"

shifted toward the stars. "Someone carrying

to answer that. But then he turned to me fully, his

asked, voice quiet, almost gentle...

stinging with everything I hadn’t said for weeks

want to know why I called you a monster? Fine. Let me

me, his jaw

I began, counting on my fingers, "you rejected

flinched just

got

parted, but

you rejected the baby. Called it illegitimate like it didn’t matter. Like it

dropped to the

Married me. No explanation. No apology. Just... possession. Five" I inhaled sharply, voice shaking now. "You started acting all weird. Possessive. Like you have

my voice dropped, lower, softer, like it

then I had

He didn’t look up.

under your

Silence.

Then, a whisper. "What?"

blinked, confused. "I said, first you

on mine now, something wild

My heart thudded.

was surging through you. It didn’t feel

when his

his soft red