Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 52

Chapter 52: what the hell?

~Hazel’s POV~

My stomach clenched as everything unfolded right in front of me.

Cyrius... lying in a coffin, on the verge of waking up in the next thirty seconds.

Caspian lost for the first time, his usual calm demeanor is gone.

And Cayden spiraling out of control.

I took a deep breath. Something clung to me... like a whisper from inside.

"You are an abomination... bringing another abomination."

If I truly carried power inside me something witches feared then maybe... just maybe, I could do something. Maybe I could fix the dagger. Maybe I could be useful.

"Let me do it," I blurted out.

Their heads turned to me briefly, but their eyes flicked away like the words had slipped past them. Like I was invisible.

I turned to Caspian. He was the only one who might actually listen.

"Caspian," I pleaded. "Let me try. The witches are after me because they think I have powers. Whether it’s me or the child, there’s something. I might be a witch."

I clutched my gown, heart hammering in my chest. Caspian met my gaze with those bright, sea-blue eyes.

"Darling," he said gently, placing a hand on my shoulder, "I know you’re trying to help. But you touched the lantern that day—it didn’t glow. You’re not a witch."

"But..." I whispered, my voice breaking. "It vibrated. Remember? I felt something."

I squeezed his hand tightly, hoping he’d believe me.

"Just stay out of this, Hazel," Cayden cut in, chuckling as he ran a hand through his long hair. "You’re not what you’re claiming to be."

I scowled at him. "I’m only trying to help."

I turned back to Caspian. "Please. Let’s just try. We don’t have time to waste."

"Don’t involve yourself in this," he said, more carefully now. "We’ll wait until Aurora heals tomorrow "

"We don’t have till tomorrow!" Cayden roared. "He’s waking up! In less than five minutes he’ll stand up. Then we’ll be dealing with him."

"I guess we don’t have a choice," Caspian said quietly.

Cayden suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Cyrius’s unconscious body by the throat.

Caspian shouted, running to stop

shoved

body slammed into the wall,

shouted. "But he’s waking up. We have

me try to create another dagger. If the witches are after my power, it means I have something. Witch blood. Witch power. Please, let

at me, conflicted.

We all froze.

dark veins had

Like consciousness was clawing its

turned to us, panic painted across his

he muttered. "I’ll have to take

screamed. "If we kill him now, what do we gain? What if

again. Louder this time.

with the dagger and the

not hurt yourself," he said, handing

I replied, snatching them from his

as I studied the grimoire. There was no text just symbols. Hand movements. A

mimicked the illustration, placing my hand

I began chanting the lines beneath

whispered the final word with hope and anticipation

Nothing happened.

Not even a flicker.

Cayden stepped forward, took the dagger from my

Nothing.... My heart drooped.

eyes fluttered. He coughed

dagger across

time!" he growled,

did I feel so sure

clawed

right," I whispered. "We’ll

tightened. I had never met Cyrius. Never even spoken

dark or twisted his story was, he

I said, barely above a

to me—just

all turned immediately as our eyes fell

floor

over, grabbed it without hesitation, and drove it

BOOM.

body. His limbs twitched—and then

released a

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