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.

his own mate out, just like I said he would. And Caspian—Beta Caspian, of all people—how disappointing.

"So this is where you got the herbs.

She nodded toward Dahlia.

witch smirked, her voice sharp as broken glass. "And there’s the little imposter witch. Should’ve died long ago. Now you will—along with the abomination you’re

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

deepened. "Your life? Sweetheart... you’re

from her mouth. She dropped to one

cried out,

Aurora gasped.

"I’m not leaving you—"

clutched her side. Her eyes flicked black. "I’ll have

"No!"

with a shaky grin. "Dark magic

the word again, louder,

from the ground, dark power leaking from every pore. She looked at Dahlia, her mouth bleeding but her

see

The witches took their

Hazel turned to run.

when the five cloaked figures behind Dahlia lunged forward, sprinting toward them with terrifying speed. Before Hazel could scream, Aurora stepped in front of her, arms

Behind them, chaos erupted.

been secretly guarding Hazel abandoned the shadows and burst forward—shifting midair into their human or wolf forms as they

Spells exploded. Screams rang

her back pressed against the shattered carriage. Her vision blurred. Her limbs wouldn’t move. Something was weighing

voice echoed, but Hazel couldn’t

Every sound was muffled.

Every breath felt stolen.

O’Brien tearing through

And then it happened.

sharp, twisting pain shot through her belly—deep,

and fell to her knees. Blood pooled

she choked. Thick,

sobbed, both hands clutching her

Then came her voice.

the center of war. "I’m simply observing the power. We’re doing each

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

she whispered.

Hazel didn’t move.

She couldn’t move.

But her body did.

ground and slammed hard onto

struggling, blood dripping down her legs and mouth. Dahlia