Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers Chapter 170: Runaway Hazel

*~Lilith’s POV~*

Lilith’s POV

I imdiately dropped the babies the mont I realized they knew I wasn’t their mother. Damn it. My grandchildren were smart—too smart. They probably took after .

Each noble began walking toward us, their gazes lingering, while my eyes stayed locked on the hooded figure seated among them.

One by one, the nobles approached, shaking Cayden’s hand. He remained sharp, alert, ready for a strike at any second. But none ca.

Soon enough, they had all passed. That was when one of them leaned in and whispered sothing to Cayden. His face hardened, and then he stepped away.

When the last hooded figure disappeared, Cayden turned to .

"They said they want to see us."

"See us?" I hissed. "The audacity. But I don’t think Jonathan is among them. Those are just other Crescents."

"Yes," he replied.

"Are you going to follow?" I asked.

"I’m going," he said firmly. "You stay here. Don’t worry—I beca an Alpha for a reason. And I’m not going alone."

I knew he had a plan. Still, I couldn’t help but feel a twist of unease.

A mont later, Caspian ca to stand beside .

"What’s happening? Where’s Cayden going?"

"They requested to see him and ," I explained.

"Then why is he going alone?" Caspian pressed.

"He said he wants to see them," I muttered.

Caspian’s jaw tightened. "What is he thinking?"

"The only thing that can take them down alone," I said softly. "But I know him—he’s not walking in there without a plan."

Caspian gave a sharp nod.

And that was when the lights began to flicker.

The chandeliers swayed, shadows stretching across the walls. Then, without warning—blood. Blood began pouring down from the roof, thick and dark, dripping onto the polished floor below.

Caspian instantly scooped up the babies, his face grim. "We need to go."

He grabbed my hand, tugging along as we ran.

"We need to find Jonathan and push you to him," he said breathlessly. "If he thinks he has his vision, maybe this nonsense will stop. If we don’t end this now, the pack will look weak. Other packs will sense it... and they’ll strike."

We reached a chamber and quickly set the babies down. Caspian’s hand pressed firmly on my arm.

"You leave," he said. "I’ll stay with the babies."

I swallowed hard, then nodded.

I slipped out of the chamber and made sure to close the door behind . The hallway stretched ahead, echoing with the chaos of battle. Wolves darted past in frantic motion, claws striking stone, growls and snarls tearing through the air.

My eyes scanned the madness until they locked on a tall, hooded figure with long, raven-black hair.

Jonathan.

No one needed to tell . I knew him instantly.

I bolted, forcing my movents into Hazel’s frantic, desperate stride. Iza must look like the one in danger. That was the only way this would work.

Jonathan’s eyes fixed on , and he moved with terrifying purpose, shoving aside wolves in his path. So hit the walls with sickening thuds, others collapsed outright, but he never slowed.

I led him away from the High House, each step dragging him further from the heart of the chaos. Good. Chase . Leave them behind.

Downstairs, I caught a glimpse of Cayden locked in combat with the Crescents, other wolves at his side, trying to drive them back. For a heartbeat, his gaze caught mine—and then shifted to Jonathan behind .

His voice tore through the din: "Iso!" He shouted it with all the force of a mate’s desperation, lunging forward... only to stumble deliberately, falling back with a convincing cry.

The performance sold it. Jonathan’s eyes flared, his focus sharpened on , and he gave chase with even greater determination.

I burst from the High House into the open night. The grounds were chaos—wolves tearing at one another, carriages overturning, shadows darting. I ducked behind one of the carriages, holding my breath. Jonathan’s steps thundered past... then slowed.

I shoved the carriage hard, toppling it. Wood splintered, wheels screeched, drawing his gaze imdiately. I stepped into the open, making myself visible again.

I am the target. Chase .

And chase he did.

I sprinted into the night, the cold wind slashing against my face, Jonathan’s presence never far behind. His pursuit was relentless, a predator enjoying the ga. My legs burned, my chest ached, but I forced myself onward until the sounds of the High House faded into the distance.

Only then did I stop.

My lungs heaved, every breath sharp, but I turned to face him.

Jonathan erged from the shadows, calm despite the chase. His raven hair fell wild over his shoulders, his eyes gleaming with possession.

"I told you I’d co for you," he said, his voice silk over steel. He tilted his head, lips curling into a dangerous smile. "Why are you running from , love?"

"Why are you chasing ?" I demanded, my voice trembling, though inside my wolf seethed with the urge to rip his throat out.

Jonathan’s lips curved in a slow smile. "I told you I would co after you. You want to know the truth, don’t you? Then co."

"No." I staggered back a step, feigning fear. "Stay away from . I was told you should stay away from —that you’re dangerous."

"Dangerous?" His laugh was low, mocking. "Who told you that? Who dares feed you such lies?"

"Just—just keep your distance!" I raised my hands, as though in helpless defense, though every fiber of scread to strike. Deep down, I wanted nothing more than to tear his head clean off his shoulders, to scatter his body across the dirt. But I couldn’t—not yet. Not here.

Jonathan tilted his head, his raven hair sliding over his shoulder. His eyes glowed with cruel amusent. "Ah, Hazel. Your head is still filled with lies, isn’t it? Co to . I’ll strip them away. I’ll give you the truth."

My chest rose and fell. "What truth?"

"The truth," he said, voice deepening, "that I am your true mate. That your so-called mother stripped you away from and bound you instead to those pathetic triplets. That the life you think you’ve built—the bonds you cling to—are nothing but chains she forced upon you."

My breath hitched, but I held my ground.

He stepped closer. "And those babies you bore?" His eyes darkened, venom spilling into every word. "They were never ant to be. They are mistakes. Distractions. Interferences keeping you from . Keeping us from our destiny."

My heart pounded in my chest, though not from fear. Rage boiled inside .

"They are not mistakes," I whispered, my voice deliberately shaky, trying to capture Hazel’s fragile tone. "I have a mate already. I love them. And my babies—they are not mistakes."

Jonathan’s gaze sharpened. His smirk faltered, just slightly, before twisting into sothing more dangerous.

"Are you so sure?" he whispered, voice dripping with false tenderness. "Are you truly blind to what we are? To what we could be?" He extended his hand, palm up, waiting. "Co to , love. Feel what is real for the first ti in your life."

I shook my head, forcing tears into my eyes, letting my lip tremble as Hazel would have. "No... I will never go with you."

"Then I’ll have to force you," Jonathan hissed. "I’ll take you with —whether you want it or not."

Before I could react, his body rippled. His fra convulsed, bones cracking, skin tearing until fur burst forth. In seconds, his massive wolf lood over , fangs bared, eyes gleaming with hunger.

He lunged.

I tried to dodge, but his paw struck hard across the chest, sending sprawling into the dirt. The impact stole the air from my lungs. Before I could recover, his massive weight crashed down on , pinning to the ground.

My muscles strained against him, but he was stronger. Overwhelming. His bulk pressed so heavily against that my limbs felt weak, my vision darkening.

And then, suddenly, he shifted again. Flesh reshaped, fur receded, and Jonathan’s human form hovered above , sweat slicking his chest, his eyes feral.

He wrapped his hands around my throat.

Air choked from as his grip tightened. I clawed at his wrists, desperate, but the pressure crushed harder. My vision blurred, dizziness sweeping over until my body sagged, barely clinging to consciousness.

At the last second, he released, grinning wickedly as I gasped for breath, coughing violently.

Before I could gather strength, he swept into his arms, lifting like a bride.

Bridal style.

The insult made bile rise in my throat, but I forced myself limp. If Hazel’s role ant helplessness, then I had to wear it.

Jonathan carried with ease toward the dark carriage waiting nearby. His stride was steady, confident, as if nothing could stop him now.

At the door, he tilted his head and whistled sharply. From the shadows, cloaked figures stirred, responding instantly to his call.

"Israel has been taken," he barked. "Good. Our plan has worked."

Their murmured approval buzzed faintly in the night as Jonathan slid into the carriage.

Inside, I pressed my hand to my stomach, breathing hard. How long can I keep this up? How long can I pretend to be Hazel before Jonathan sees through ?

But then... A white wolf appeared.

Massive, towering, its sheer size dwarfing even Jonathan’s form. Yet it wasn’t monstrous—it was radiant. Its fur glead pure, unmarred white, glowing faintly under the moonlight. Its eyes—striking, icy blue—locked onto us with a force that made the ground seem to tremble.

Jonathan froze mid-step, his head snapping toward the apparition.

Even I couldn’t breathe.

This wolf was not ordinary. Not Crescent. Not anything I had ever seen.