Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Jab...

**~ Caspian’s POV ~**

What in the name of the Crescent is happening...?

I stood in the aftermath, heart pounding, eyes stuck on Hazel’s collapsed body like it had personally betrayed me. Lilith lay nearby unmoving. Not a sound. Not a single breath from her chest. I didn’t even know if she was dead or just passed out, but something inside me twisted at the thought that maybe she was gone.

But that wasn’t even the worst of it.

Hazel...,My mate. My everything. Cold. Unfeeling. Gone.

She wasn’t Hazel anymore. She was something else.

I turned toward Aurora, who was still steadying herself after stopping Hazel’s attack. She nodded. We didn’t need to speak. We knew what we had to do.

Cayden moved first, dropping to his knees beside Hazel, pressing his fingers to her neck. "Still breathing," he muttered. "She’s alive."

Alive—but barely holding on.

I reached down and scooped her up in my arms, her body limp like she’d been drained of everything. Her head lolled against my shoulder. For a moment, just one damn second, I thought I saw a flicker of recognition in her closed eyes...but no. Just more emptiness.

"She’s not gone," Cayden said.

"I know," I replied, tightening my grip. "Lily almost brought her back. That’s the only reason Hazel would’ve fought her. She was close. Too close. That means we’re getting somewhere."

Cayden didn’t argue. He just nodded, letting the idea become his own. I didn’t blame him. We didn’t have time for pride. We didn’t have time for anything but survival.

Aurora helped me steady Hazel as we moved fast, slipping through the High House halls, avoiding anyone who might question us. I chose our Her chamber Because if anything was going to wake her up, it was this room. The place where she spent most of her days in here in the high house.

She lived in this room. She loved in this room.

Maybe... maybe it could remind her of who she was.

We laid her down gently on the bed. I brushed a strand of hair from her face, just like I used to when she fell asleep in my arms. The softness was still there. Somewhere.

I just had to find it again.

"I brought some things," I said.

Cayden and Aurora turned to me. I pulled a small bag from the corner of the room and opened it carefully.

Inside—Ariel’s favorite toy.

crooked button eyes and tangled red yarn hair. This is the

doll had been

a second too long,

I said quietly. "Both Marcus and Ariel have been

down,

swallowed hard clenching his

"So have the rest of them. They’re all rotting

pulling out one of Hazel’s old sweaters. Worn, faded, still smelling faintly like cinnamon and vanilla. She wore it back

of her life would break

I whispered. "Come back to

across his chest. "We’ve already lost half of

My jaw clenched.

I

witches’ ambush and Hazel’s outburst, dozens of wolves had fallen. Dahlia’s traps. Hazel’s power

word got out... that Blue Moon was this vulnerable? That we didn’t have enough warriors left

We’d be challenged.

it softly. "Other packs will come. They’ll think we’re weak. They’ll challenge

stood, turning toward

our mate was human or so we thought. They teamed up with witches. Came to the High

wall—the one still blackened with the

them. Tore them apart. Made an

try

Aurora said. "But if they do, they’ll regret

all looked at

So still. So quiet.

reached down and took her

up," I told her. "You’re going to open those eyes, slap me across the face, and call me a dramatic bastard.

he knew. Like he knew this part was mine to

last chance to pull

two gowns in my hands—one soft and

expression unreadable. She pinched the bridge of her nose, then slammed her palm across her face in what looked like mock

me back on," she said with a dark chuckle. "Really? Holding

to the

she said

wearing it when she

twitch in her face—something that looked like a crack. A shadow of pain. But it

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