Chapter 66: Demons in her head

*~Caspian~*

Hazel’s eyes lit up, and Lilith immediately hid, knowing she shouldn’t be seen. I held Hazel close as she stared around, confused. Her eyes slowly widened as she realized where she was. She looked at the chains on her hands and grunted.

"Really? Is this what you came up with? Chaining me like I’m some damn prisoner?" she said, laughing bitterly, breaking my soul.

"You killed multiple wolves, so you deserve this..." Cayden grunted. Suddenly, Hazel turned to me.

"Caspian, is this really what you want? Hurting me like this? It hurts; the chains are hurting me, Caspian." Tears filled her eyes, and I immediately grabbed the chains, but Cayden pulled me back.

"Don’t! She’s manipulating you," he warned. I shoved Cayden away, and she growled.

"Damn it! Don’t let her get in your head!" he shouted, but I didn’t listen. "Caspian, stop!" Father yelled, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t stand to see her like that. In pain, whether her emotions were on or not, I didn’t care. She was still mine...my Hazel, the love of my life.

Suddenly, I felt someone push me away. I turned to see who it was just as I heard Hazel shriek.

"Lilith!"

I lay on the ground as Lilith stood right in front of Hazel. Hazel’s eyes were wide open, her fingers trembling.

She glanced around at all of us and noticed we weren’t as surprised as she was.

"Who’s this? Cayden? Hazel? Old man? Who is this?" she stammered while Lilith just smiled.

Lilith smiled softly and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear.

"You’re just as beautiful as the day I lost you."

Hazel blinked, confusion twisting her expression. "What?"

Her gaze darted between all of us, then back to Lilith.

"No. No way," she whispered, her eyes widening with realization. "Mother?"

Lilith’s smirk was soft, unsure if it was genuine or just something she had learned to wear. But there was no mistaking the glint of emotion behind her eyes—tears, real ones, slipping down her cheeks.

"You know me," Lilith said quietly. "I guess miracles do happen."

Hazel immediately stumbled back. "No. No way she’s alive. No way."

She turned to me, eyes burning. "Caspian, do something! What the hell is happening?"

Before I could speak, Cayden stepped forward. "Calm down, Hazel. She’s your mother."

Hazel’s voice cracked as she repeated, "My mother?"

looked around in disbelief. "What

burst out laughing. A cold, bitter laugh that didn’t match the occasion, that didn’t belong in this room

all fell silent, watching her with

emotions were

a mother. All this time I’ve been suffering, fighting, clawing my way through pain—and I had a mother? A

Is this some trick? A manipulation? A twisted little illusion to get into

narrowed. "Because I definitely didn’t see that one coming. And if it was

her, stunned. She had just met her mother, but there was no joy. No tears. No

catching the tears before they fell again. "Thank you for that. I’ve always been

you been?" she spat. "All this

swallowed. "I was

scoffed loudly. "Protecting me? Please.

trembled, but her face remained blank.

hell I went

me. So thank

a cautious step forward. "It

tuck Hazel’s hair behind her ear. A mother’s gesture. A

her teeth in warning. "Don’t you dare

Lilith flinched. "Hazel—"

all. I can’t even believe it. I’ve spent my whole life thinking I didn’t belong to anyone. That I didn’t have a

looking Lilith dead in the

all along, my mother was alive. Out there.

here for your forgiveness. And I’m definitely not

a step closer, eyes locked

get your babies back.

Hazel’s brows lifted. "What?"

the more despicable things you’ll do. And when—if—you ever turn them back on, you’ll be drowning in the weight of

feeling," she added gently. "It’s easier this way. To be numb. But that numbness? It’s temporary.

Hazel chuckled—cold and bitter.

it clear you’re not here to play the role of a mother," she said, her voice mocking. "Because you’re already sounding

leaned back,

first time I’ve had control. The first time I’ve been free. And you want me to give that

I can wake

low, distant. "Just like he’s done every damn year

words hung heavy in

man who claimed to love me from the moment he laid eyes on me—would suddenly hit me. Joke like his own brother. Look at me with disgust in his eyes. Like I

voice cracked, but her face remained

cry, reaching for me... and I couldn’t

first time I’ve ever felt free. The first time I’ve ever

eyes darted to me—and it hit

that. That’s what she’s been

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