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.

button eyes and tangled red yarn hair. This is the little sister favorite

doll had been found beside

for a second too long, and then

said quietly. "Both Marcus and Ariel

down, eyes

clenching

"So have the rest of

like cinnamon and vanilla. She wore it back when she lived

these pieces of her life would break through

whispered. "Come

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

My jaw clenched.

I

wolves had fallen. Dahlia’s traps. Hazel’s

that Blue Moon was this vulnerable? That we didn’t

We’d be challenged.

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

turning toward him

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

toward the wall—the one still blackened with the

I asked. "We burned them.

try again," Cayden

if they do, they’ll regret

all looked

So still. So quiet.

reached down and took her hand, curling it around the

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

from the room, like he knew. Like he

moment. My last chance to pull

walked toward her with slow steps, lifting two gowns in my hands—one soft and small, the other

bridge of her nose, then slammed

dumb tricks to switch me back on," she said with a dark chuckle. "Really? Holding up these two dresses, and I’m supposed to magically flip my emotions

to

she

was wearing it

face—something that looked like a

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