Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 48: Bad choice

*~Author’s POV ~*

The carriage moved slowly along the worn forest path. Inside, Aurora sat upright, flipping through a spellbook as glowing runes danced at her fingertips. Hazel sat beside her, resting a gentle hand on her shoulder, offering silent comfort. Though the ride was calm, tension clung to the air like mist.

Behind them Blue moon wolfs stationed there to ensure Hazel’s safety. Just as Elder O’Brien had ordered, she was being moved from the High House—supposedly for her own good. The Council had agreed. Hazel hadn’t.

And maybe... they were all wrong.

The carriage gave a sudden jolt.

A sharp thud echoed beneath the wheels, and the driver cursed as the horses neighed, rearing slightly. Aurora’s spell flickered out.

"What was that?" she muttered, snapping her book shut.

The driver twisted in his seat. "A rock, I think. I’ll check." He hopped down and approached the obstruction cautiously.

Then—whizz!

An arrow flew from the shadows. The driver caught it just in time, inches from his chest. His eyes widened.

A second arrow struck him dead through the side. He dropped.

Aurora’s eyes darkened. "Hazel, up! Now!"

Hazel jolted awake as Aurora dragged her from the carriage. The forest had gone silent—but not empty.

"Versa," Aurora whispered, and a glowing force-shield burst around them.

Then, from the woods, they emerged.

First, five cloaked figures—witches. But behind them came another: an older woman, cloaked in black, long dark hair draping over her shoulders like a veil.

Hazel gasped. Aurora’s breath caught.

"Dahlia," she hissed.

But it wasn’t just the witches.

Another figure stepped forward.

A man they knew.

"Elder O’Brien," Aurora said in disbelief.

Hazel’s blood ran cold. The wolves guarding them shifted to human form, surrounding her protectively. But it was too late.

"Imagine that. Alpha Cayden actually threw his own mate out, just like I said he would. And Caspian—Beta Caspian, of all people—how disappointing. All it

voice was low and firm. "So this is

She nodded toward Dahlia.

glass. "And there’s the little imposter witch. Should’ve

Aurora stepped in front of her protectively. "I’ll protect her with my life," Aurora

life? Sweetheart...

Blood gushed from her mouth. She dropped to one

cried out,

gasped. "The coffin...

"I’m not leaving you—"

side. Her eyes

"No!"

said with a shaky grin. "Dark magic has

the word again,

leaking from every

see you

erupted. The witches took their

Hazel turned to run.

cloaked figures behind Dahlia lunged forward, sprinting toward them with terrifying speed. Before Hazel could scream,

Behind them, chaos erupted.

a massive black wolf with glowing red eyes, growling low. The wolves who had been secretly guarding Hazel abandoned the

Screams rang

shattered carriage. Her vision blurred. Her limbs wouldn’t move.

Hazel couldn’t

Every sound was muffled.

Every breath felt stolen.

battling unknown beasts, and O’Brien tearing through their defenses like a monster unleashed. Hazel could barely think. She felt heavy, like she was melting into the

And then it happened.

twisting pain shot through her belly—deep, primal,

gasped and fell to her knees. Blood pooled

instead, she choked. Thick, dark blood

she sobbed, both hands clutching her stomach.

Then came her voice.

from the chaos, stepping out like a queen in the center of war. "I’m simply observing

her through the fight, untouched, unfazed, her eyes locked like a predator

she whispered.

Hazel didn’t move.

She couldn’t move.

But her body did.

yanked by invisible chains, Hazel was lifted off the ground and slammed hard onto her knees before Dahlia. The witch smiled sweetly as

mouth. Dahlia tilted her