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.

head slightly, catching me in his gaze. And then,

the other. As he poured from the bottle, the golden

I didn’t move.

legs froze. My breath

him. Not after what I’d said. Not after the way I’d looked at him—like he was something

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

weighed on my chest made me step forward. The memory of his face when I called him that. The pain in it, like a mirror of something he’d seen before. His mother looked at him like that and

broke something in

slowly and sat beside him, careful not to brush against

handed me the

I flinched.

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

him gently.

He raised a brow.

said, rubbing my belly like it would prove my words. "You shouldn’t serve

chuckled. A real,

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

"People like me?"

gaze shifted toward the stars. "Someone carrying

then he turned to me fully,

did you call me a monster," he asked, voice quiet, almost gentle... Almost? "That made you call me a

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

quietly. "You want to know why I

toward me, his

on

eyes flinched

got

but

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

eyes dropped to the

nowhere, you accepted me again. Married me. No explanation. No apology. Just... possession. Five" I inhaled sharply, voice shaking now. "You started acting all weird.

dropped, lower, softer,

then I had

He didn’t look up.

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

Silence.

Then, a whisper. "What?"

"I said, first

no." He sat up, his 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

when his

in his soft