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.

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 took was one simple trick to lure her

firm. "So this is where you got the

She nodded toward Dahlia.

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

her protectively. "I’ll protect her with my

life? Sweetheart... you’re already

body convulsed. Blood gushed from her mouth. She dropped to

Hazel cried out, crouching

known," Aurora gasped. "The coffin...

"I’m not leaving you—"

eyes flicked black. "I’ll have to

"No!"

worry," she said with a shaky grin. "Dark

word again, louder, fiercer:

turned black. Her body stiffened, rising slowly from the ground, dark power leaking from every pore. She looked at Dahlia, her mouth bleeding but her

to see

erupted. The witches took their positions. The wolves bared

Hazel turned to run.

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.

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

exploded. Screams rang through

her back pressed against the shattered carriage. Her vision blurred. Her limbs wouldn’t move. Something was weighing her down—not physically, but spiritually—like the earth itself was

but Hazel couldn’t make out the words

Every sound was muffled.

Every breath felt stolen.

around her like a nightmare—Aurora holding off two witches at once, wolves battling unknown beasts, and O’Brien tearing through

And then it happened.

pain shot through her

her knees. Blood

to scream, but instead, she choked.

no, no," she sobbed, both hands clutching her

Then came her voice.

chaos, stepping out like a queen in the center of

up. Dahlia was gliding toward her through the fight, untouched, unfazed, her eyes

whispered. "Come to

Hazel didn’t move.

She couldn’t move.

But her body did.

lifted off the ground and slammed hard onto

legs and mouth.