Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 58: Let it go...

Hazel’s POV

My breath hitched when his gaze swept across Aurora, lying motionless on the floor, and he stepped right past her like she was nothing but a rug. No pause, no flinch. The second his full face came into view, a shiver bolted through my spine.

Oh my God.

He looked exactly like Caspian..but with Cayden’s dangerous aura woven into every sharp angle of his body. His hair was long, dark, cascading over his shoulders like Cayden’s, but his facial structure was unmistakably Caspian’s... just a more hardened, haunting version. He had Cayden’s eyes, the shape, the intensity but his brows were arched with a wicked tilt, and his jawline was so sharp it could cut steel.

No.

No damn way this is real.

He wasn’t just handsome—he was ethereal. A sinful blend of every intoxicating thing about the Salvatore brothers, laced with perfection: goosebumps prickled over my skin as the air between us grew heavy.

And his eyes those glowing, electric yellow eyes were locked on me.

"Cy... Cyrius?" I stammered. My throat tightened.

How?

I saw that dagger in his chest. I saw it.

I clutched my babies tighter in my arms as he approached. Slowly. Unbothered. Like he had all the time in the world.

"You know about me..." he murmured, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Can’t believe they told you. That’s... nice."

His voice...God...it was Caspian’s smoothness laced with Cayden’s razor. Familiar but wrong in every way.

His fingers reached forward and gently traced the side of my face, feather-light. My skin recoiled on instinct, but his touch was oddly... reverent. His golden eyes searched mine, full of something I couldn’t name.

"Hello, mate," he whispered, and his voice sent a jolt down my spine. "I’m sorry we had to meet like this."

His features twisted for a second in barely restrained rage—then just as quickly melted into a soft, almost boyish smile. A dimple dipped into his cheek.

"Damn," he breathed, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear, "you are beautiful."

His fingertips brushed my lips.

Then both my babies let out a soft wail, and he immediately jerked back. His gaze snapped to them, pupils narrowing. Something unreadable flashed through his eyes.

And then, silence. They stopped crying the moment he stepped away.

His stare stayed on them.

"Which is the father?" he asked.

I said nothing. My arms tightened around my children.

"This one," he said, nodding at my daughter, "has Cayden’s face. This one..." he gestured to my son "has his eyes."

He gave a short, bitter laugh. "So... both are his."

flinched as his expression

spawn might be the

that!" I snapped, my voice slicing through the thick

surprise. Then chuckled. Running his finger through his

he said softly. "I’m not

monsters like him!" I screamed,

his expression—something vulnerable, just for

echoed, the words hanging in the air. "So... you do know what he is. The kind of monster who would kill

raw and bleeding...anger barely hiding the depth of pain beneath

raised my voice again. "Get out! Caspian will kill you if

second. His yellow eyes

mate," he said coldly. "So Caspian knows. Of course he does. For you to know about me, it means he must have told you." View the correct content at

then, his face changed.. not in anger this time

with Cayden again... of course

out a

What a f*cking

And then he stopped.

out. His eyes, still glowing like the heart of a wildfire, locked back on

said softly.

What?

even ask your name," he continued, voice smooth as silk but edged with steel. "I can’t keep calling you mate,

babies closer to my chest. My heart thudded, uneven

are you even here?" I

It’s only fair, isn’t it? You know

want to give him anything. But

"...Hazel."

perfectly," he murmured. "Inspired by your eyes, no doubt. Hazel." He rolled the name on his tongue like it was something rare. "Moon

back, something unreadable shifting

here is up," he announced quietly. "It’s time

didn’t move. He just stared again

voice low. "But you’ll need to forget this

I blinked, frozen. "What...?"

you. Not to bond. Just to make sure you don’t get attached. That way, it’ll be easier to let

go? No. No

my grip on the twins, clutching them so close I

them from me," I said through clenched teeth, shaking. "Cayden will kill you. Caspian will tear you

if they did... I doubt they’ll want to fight back

His gaze darkened.

I’m through, they’ll regret ever turning their backs on

cried, voice rising into hysteria. "Aurora....Aurora, stand up! He’s trying to take my babies!

turned toward her, limp on the floor. Her fingers, still smeared with blood. Her eyes

chest

Hazel," Cyrius said softly, and for once, his voice didn’t sound

no, no. She can’t be. ...She was

sorry," he said, but his eyes were cold. "But this is how it has to go. For

then—he reached

For my babies.