Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Hell

~Caspian’s POV ~

The warmth in her eyes... it was gone. Completely.

She stood in the center of the room barefoot, blood-splattered, her hair wild like a storm cloud. Around her lay the torn bodies of wolves...my wolves.

And she had ended them, just like that. I stared at her, unable to breathe.

How did she get so strong? Is that even Hazel anymore? The questions tore through my chest like claws.

She turned to me, slowly. And then she smiled.

It wasn’t her usual smile...the one that melted my heart. No... this was cruel.

"I’ve never felt this good," she said, her voice light and airy, like she was commenting on the weather.

"Maybe those babies being taken away from me... was the right thing, you know?"

My heart dropped. What?

Then she laughed. Hard. She grabbed her stomach like someone had said the funniest thing.

"Hazel..." I stepped forward slowly, cautiously. "What’s wrong with you?"

"Nothing, Caspian," she said, grinning wider now. "It’s me. Hazel. I just... can’t feel anything anymore. And it’s wonderful."

I blinked, stunned.

"But you’re...you’re talking like—why would you say something like that? About your children?"

She tilted her head, amused. "Say what? That my babies were taken away from me? That maybe it’s for the best?"

I flinched. She took a step toward me, barefoot in blood, and I instinctively stepped back.

"Ever since I got pregnant, everyone’s been whispering. Judging. Telling me what to do, what not to do, how to act, what to feel. Everyone’s been telling me whole lots of stuff."

Her voice cracked on that last word, but she quickly composed herself, wiping her bloodied hand down her arm.

"It’s an abomination, right?" she sneered. "Isn’t that what they said?"

"Hazel—"

"Even Cyrius said it," she cut in, her eyes flashing gold for a brief second. "That I should fear those babies. That they would be the very things that destroy me. And maybe... just maybe... he was right."

"No. No, don’t do this," I pleaded. "You don’t mean any of this. You’re in pain. You’ve been through too much, Hazel...just let me help you. Please."

away from

can help me now," she whispered, and then her voice turned ice-cold. "But I can help

her fists, blood dripping

father... I’m going to kill

said it...like a promise, a prophecy...sent a chill down

what he did to me. For what he made me. For torturing me all these years, I’ll make him pay." Her chest

become this to get justice. You don’t need to

turned back to me. The smile had

myself, Caspian. The moment they took my

past me. My mind was

Hazel. It was her... but

warmth, her fear, her pain...now there

like snapped twigs. My wrist twisted again with sharp, biting pain as I slammed my head against the ground, growling through

it..." I breathed. "What the hell did

had just thrown me across the room. Caspian. Her husband. And

wolf to heal, but that wasn’t what made my chest

a stranger. No...worse. Like I was something in

I whispered, struggling to sit up. "Did she just wolf out?" But the full moon isn’t

wolf. She had no scent, no connection to the Moon Goddess, no shifting

something like a witch fixing

werewolf?

happening. Hazel shouldn’t be

Not now.

be

downstairs and

the guard yelled. "The Gilberts... they’ve been murdered." My chest sank

tracks and

like a predator mid-pounce. "No. I was supposed

came out like

The guard hesitated. Then:

He slaughtered them... including

turned instantly, eyes

Hazel’s face cracked

whispered. "Ariel...?" Her tone trembled, not

"Who. did? It."

echoed from behind

"Me."

see who it was and

in blood. Hands shaking. Eyes

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