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.

shouted, running to

shoved him

body slammed into the wall, cracking

shouted. "But he’s waking up. We have no other

"Just let 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.

veins had completely

it looked fresh. Like consciousness was clawing

turned to us, panic painted across

"I’ll have to take his life

kill him now, what do we gain? What if the plan

again. Louder this time. The room

rushed out and returned with the dagger and the

he said,

I replied, snatching

palms rested on the dagger as I studied the grimoire. There was no text just symbols. Hand movements.

the illustration, placing my hand

began chanting the lines beneath the

whispered the final word with hope and anticipation

Nothing happened.

Not even a flicker.

the dagger from my hand, and drove it

Nothing.... My heart drooped.

shook. His eyes fluttered. He coughed

the dagger

goddamn time!" he growled, both hands

nails, heart crumbling. Why did I

clawed up my

right," I whispered. "We’ll have to...

met Cyrius. Never even spoken to him. But if

the Alpha triplets. No matter how dark or twisted his story was,

said, barely above a

them turned to me—just as

as our

floor

without hesitation, and

BOOM.

back onto his body. His limbs twitched—and then slowly stilled. His consciousness

all released a

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