Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers Chapter 28: Surprise visit

~Hazel’s POV~

The last place I wanted to be was back in Caspian’s chambers. It was the sa room I tried taking my own life.

But now I was here again, and this ti... I wasn’t alone.

Caspian had carried in silence, not a single word falling from his lips as he laid gently on his bed. He gave a sharp command to the maids to bring hot tea, his voice clipped, curt. Then he began pacing.

Over and over again. Back and forth. Like a storm trapped inside him.

He hadn’t looked at , but I could feel the anger radiating off him.

I sat up slowly, my body still trembling. The tea arrived, steam curling in the air. I lifted it with shaky hands and took a cautious sip.

Too hot.

I winced, and before I could even react, Caspian was at my side in a blur. His eyes scanned my face, and his thumb brushed my lip gently, checking for burns.

"I’m good," I mouthed, smiling faintly.

His jaw flexed again, and I couldn’t stop myself. I reached out, touched his arm, grounding myself in the warmth of his skin.

"It’s not your fault," I whispered. "It’s all his fault. And you don’t need to carry that weight."

He didn’t answer at first, just stared at with sothing soft and painful in his gaze.

"I still need to get you away from him," he murmured, brushing hair from my face and tucking it gently behind my ear.

That touch made my breath catch. I had to look away. Being this close to him felt dangerous in a beautiful kind of way. Caspian was beautiful in a calm, thoughtful way. The kind of beauty that wrapped around your heart and refused to let go. Nothing like Cayden’s volatile, magnetic pull. Caspian’s presence was steady and pure.

But I knew better than to fall for the surface.

There was sothing beneath all that gentleness. I felt it.

His eyes drifted downward... to my stomach. Then his lips curved into the faintest smile.

"I can hear the heartbeat."

I froze.

"W...what?" I stamred, blinking.

He gently took my hand and guided it over my belly.

Then I heard it—like thunder echoing in my veins. My baby. Alive. Real.

I gasped, stunned. A sob tangled in my throat, and water filled my eyes. I couldn’t believe it. I’d tried to end this... and still, the baby lived. Still, my child had survived .

I finished the tea with quiet reverence, and when I looked back up, Caspian was already preparing a bath. I slipped inside, letting the water soak away the night, the sha, the fear.

When I ca out, there was a towel and... a nightgown. Soft. Elegant. My exact size.

How did he know?

I slipped it on, surprised at how perfectly it hugged my figure without suffocating it. I turned just as he stepped back in. His eyes swept over , and a small, satisfied smile tugged at his lips.

"Perfect," he said, his dimple flashing.

I blushed and looked down.

"I’ll leave you to sleep," he said gently. "You need the night to yourself. Ti to process... everything."

I nodded, unable to speak. Only Ariel had ever treated this kindly.

How was Cayden related to him?

And then... I couldn’t help myself.

"I heard you’re a triplet," I said quietly. "Where’s your brother?"

His smile vanished.

"We don’t talk about Cyrius," he said coldly. And then, he smiled the coldness disappearing, "Goodnight, darling."

He shut the door, and I stared after him, confused. But exhaustion pulled at my limbs, and soon, I surrendered to sleep.

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"Morning, darling."

His voice was the first thing I heard.

My eyes fluttered open, and Caspian’s bright blue ones filled my view. He kissed my forehead, and I lted under the gentleness.

"How are you feeling?"

"Good," I said honestly. More than good. My body felt light, grounded. There was no dizziness, no pain. Just... calm.

"I need to bathe," he said, standing. "We’ll be leaving soon."

I nodded, heart fluttering. There was a warmth inside now. A growing belief that maybe... I was safe. That maybe the Moon Goddess hadn’t abandoned . Maybe she was balancing the cruelty of Cayden with the kindness of Caspian.

And then—

Caspian pulled off his shirt.

I froze.

His body was art. Smooth muscles, taut abs, those veiny arms. And the V line on his waist? My mouth went dry.

He turned his back to and, oh gods, his back. Wide. Powerful. Covered in faint scars that only made him more beautiful.

He and Cayden were built the sa, but where Cayden’s body scread sin and danger with dark tattoos and a brooding aura, Caspian’s was quiet temptation. Smooth. Enticing.

Then—he reached for his trousers.

I gasped, hands flying to my eyes. "Caspian!"

He turned, laughing when he saw my flushed face.

"What, darling?" he asked, smirking like the devil in disguise.

"You were going to take it... o-off. Right here!" I squeaked.

He stepped closer, mischief dancing in his eyes. My gaze dropped to those abs again, traitorously.

"We’re married," he said, brushing his knuckles against my cheek. "It’s normal for couples. So get used to it... Darling."

He leaned in like really close.

Then he stopped.

His body stiffened.

His nostrils flared, and suddenly his fangs and claws elongated.

"Hazel," he said, voice sharp, "hide."

"What?" My heart dropped.

"Now," he barked, pointing to the wardrobe.

I ran, yanked the door open, and threw myself inside just as—

CRASH.

The main door exploded open.

Growls. Heavy, savage. Wolves. At least three—no, more.

Bones cracked. Flesh tore. I heard Caspian’s roar as he shifted, his snarl so loud it shook . I covered my mouth, trying not to scream.

Why were wolves attacking? Was this another pack? How did they get in?

Blue Moon is supposed to be impenetrable.

Then—the wardrobe burst open.

I scread.

Caspian stood there, drenched in blood. His mouth was stained crimson, flesh stuck to his claws. Behind him, bodies littered the hallway. Wolves—dead. He looked dangerous. The kind gentleman Caspaim has disappeared replaced by this monstrous man.

He grabbed my hand.

"We have to run. They’ve surrounded the High House."

We didn’t get far.

A second wave descended. Bigger. Fiercer. Twenty wolves at least. They ford a deadly circle around us, eyes glowing with hatred.

Caspian shifted instantly, his massive wolf body standing guard. He looked at and growled.

Run.

I understood instantly. But I couldn’t. We were trapped.

One stepped forward, unshifted, eyes cold. "Surrender the human and live. We only want her and the unborn."

Caspian growled. The wolf transford—he was huge. Almost equal in size.

Why did they want ? Why the child?

Then the dream returned to . "You are an abomination... bringing more abomination. Disrupting the balance of nature."

They pounced.

Caspian tore through them, ripping and slashing, protecting at all costs. Blood sprayed. Flesh tore. And still, they kept coming. Ten fell.

Then the leader and nine more.

One caught Caspian’s side, making him stumble. The leader slamd him down.

Caspian howled in pain as he was overpowered.

The rest ca... for .

I ran—but I fell.

I looked up, saw them advancing, their fangs dripping with Caspian’s blood.

No. No. Please. I’m going to die... So this is how it ends. Everything’s over..

SNAP!

A blur of red.

A monstrous wolf, bigger than all of them. Twice Caspian’s size. Glowing red eyes burning with fire and fury.

He crushed skulls with a flick of his jaw. Slaughtered them effortlessly.

Caspian lay wounded.

And I just knew.

Those glowing red eyes... that aura...

Cayden.