Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

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

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

watched her clench her fists, blood dripping down her

I’m going

a promise, a prophecy...sent a chill down my

rip him apart for what he did to me. For what he made me. For torturing me all these years, I’ll make him

cracked. "You’re not alone. You don’t have to become this to get justice. You don’t

smile had

they took

me. My

It was her... but it

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

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

I breathed. "What the hell did she

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

take time for my wolf to heal, but that

me like I was a

I whispered, struggling to sit up. "Did she just

wasn’t supposed to have a wolf. She had no scent, no connection to

like a

witch? A werewolf? What the hell is

Hazel shouldn’t be doing this

Not now.

when we should be

downstairs and someone

Gilberts... they’ve been murdered." My chest sank hard. Why does the situation keep

her tracks and whipped around. Her eyes

mid-pounce. "No. I was supposed to kill them. I can’t believe someone stole my fun. Who.

came out

The guard hesitated. Then:

Cayden. He slaughtered them... including their

instantly,

Hazel’s face cracked

tone trembled, not with grief, but

"Who. did? It."

echoed from

"Me."

immediately to see who it was

blood. Hands shaking. Eyes