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."

as his expression

might be the

talk about my children like that!" I snapped, my

finger through his hair like Cayden always did. I

"I’m not the one you should fear. It’s

him!" I screamed, fury ripping

his expression—something

air. "So... you do know what

with something raw and bleeding...anger barely hiding

will kill you if he finds out

breathing for a second. His

course he does. For you to

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

again...

let out a

What

And then he stopped.

a flame snuffed out. His eyes, still glowing like the heart of a wildfire, locked back on mine. That smirk of his tilted

he said softly. "Where are

What?

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

pulling my babies closer to my chest. My heart thudded, uneven and violent. Why ask that

you even here?" I

name, gorgeous. It’s only fair,

went dry. I didn’t want to tell him. I didn’t want to give him anything. But something in

"...Hazel."

your eyes, no doubt. Hazel." He rolled the

stepped back, something unreadable shifting behind

up," he announced quietly.

didn’t move. He just stared again at the babies. My

you’ll need to forget this ever happened. The birth. The pregnancy.

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

Hazel," he said. "That’s why I came. Not to hurt you. Not to bond.

No.

tightened my grip on the twins, clutching them so close I could feel their tiny hearts pounding

taking them from me," I said through clenched teeth, shaking.

Cyrius sneered. "They won’t even get here in time. And even if they did... I doubt they’ll

His gaze darkened.

through, they’ll regret ever

stand up! He’s trying to

floor. Her fingers,

chest

dead, Hazel," Cyrius said softly, and for once, his voice didn’t sound mocking. It sounded... final. "Can’t you hear it?

She

were cold. "But this is how it has to go. For everything to return

then—he reached for

For my babies.