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.

slightly, catching me in his gaze. And then, slowly, he patted the spot beside him. No words. Just an

cold drink sat in one hand. Another empty cup in the other. As he poured from the bottle, the golden liquid glistened under the

I didn’t move.

froze.

Not after the way I’d looked at him—like he was

collected. But that didn’t erase what I’d seen

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

something

and sat beside him,

handed me the

I flinched.

across his face. A mix of hurt and disappointment, quickly masked with a scornful

I stopped, then took the cup from him gently. I placed it back on the ground, between us. "I

He raised a brow.

my belly like it would prove

chuckled. A real, low sound that rumbled

downing it in one long gulp. "I’m used to being nice to people like

"People like me?"

the stars.

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

a monster," he asked, voice quiet, almost

breath, my lungs stinging with everything I hadn’t said for weeks I’ve stayed in the high-house. My voice trembled, but I forced the words out

I said quietly. "You want to know why I called you a monster?

toward me, his jaw already

counting on

flinched just

you got

but I

rejected the baby. Called it illegitimate like it didn’t

eyes dropped to

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

then my voice dropped, lower, softer,

then I had the

He didn’t look up.

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

Silence.

Then, a whisper. "What?"

confused. "I said, first you rejected

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

My heart thudded.

this weird power was surging

his face

his soft red eyes...