Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

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.

no!" Caspian shouted, running to stop

Cayden shoved him

slammed into the wall, cracking

waking

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 me just

looked at me, conflicted. Then Cyrius

We all froze.

veins

fresh. Like consciousness was clawing its

to us, panic

sorry," he muttered. "I’ll have to take his life

do we

again. Louder this time. The

with the dagger and

not hurt yourself," he

replied, snatching them from

on the dagger as I studied the grimoire. There was no text

the illustration, placing my hand on

I began chanting the lines beneath

with hope and

Nothing happened.

Not even a flicker.

took the dagger from my hand, and drove it into Cyrius’s

Nothing.... My heart drooped.

His eyes fluttered. He coughed

threw the dagger

see? Useless! We just wasted our goddamn time!" he growled, both hands

did I feel so

disappointment clawed up

Cayden’s right," I whispered. "We’ll

I had never met Cyrius. Never even spoken to him. But if

No matter how dark or twisted his

I said, barely

to me—just as Caspian’s

turned immediately as

floor was glowing.

hesitation, and drove it into Cyrius’s

BOOM.

His limbs twitched—and then slowly stilled. His consciousness

released