Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers Chapter 52: what the hell?

~Hazel’s POV~

My stomach clenched as everything unfolded right in front of .

Cyrius... lying in a coffin, on the verge of waking up in the next thirty seconds.

Caspian lost for the first ti, his usual calm deanor is gone.

And Cayden spiraling out of control.

I took a deep breath. Sothing clung to ... like a whisper from inside.

"You are an abomination... bringing another abomination."

If I truly carried power inside sothing witches feared then maybe... just maybe, I could do sothing. Maybe I could fix the dagger. Maybe I could be useful.

"Let do it," I blurted out.

Their heads turned to briefly, but their eyes flicked away like the words had slipped past them. Like I was invisible.

I turned to Caspian. He was the only one who might actually listen.

"Caspian," I pleaded. "Let try. The witches are after because they think I have powers. Whether it’s or the child, there’s sothing. I might be a witch."

I clutched my gown, heart hamring in my chest. Caspian t my gaze with those bright, sea-blue eyes.

"Darling," he said gently, placing a hand on my shoulder, "I know you’re trying to help. But you touched the lantern that day—it didn’t glow. You’re not a witch."

"But..." I whispered, my voice breaking. "It vibrated. Rember? I felt sothing."

I squeezed his hand tightly, hoping he’d believe .

"Just stay out of this, Hazel," Cayden cut in, chuckling as he ran a hand through his long hair. "You’re not what you’re claiming to be."

I scowled at him. "I’m only trying to help."

I turned back to Caspian. "Please. Let’s just try. We don’t have ti to waste."

"Don’t involve yourself in this," he said, more carefully now. "We’ll wait until Aurora heals tomorrow "

"We don’t have till tomorrow!" Cayden roared. "He’s waking up! In less than five minutes he’ll stand up. Then we’ll be dealing with him."

"I guess we don’t have a choice," Caspian said quietly.

Cayden suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Cyrius’s unconscious body by the throat.

"Cayden, no!" Caspian shouted, running to stop him.

But Cayden shoved him hard.

Caspian’s body slamd into the wall, cracking it.

"I’m sorry!" Cayden shouted. "But he’s waking up. We have no other idea!"

"LET TRY IT!" I yelled. "Just let try to create another dagger. If the witches are after my power, it ans I have sothing. Witch blood. Witch power. Please, let just try!"

Caspian looked at , conflicted. Then Cyrius coughed.

We all froze.

His dark veins had completely faded.

His body... it looked fresh. Like consciousness was clawing its way back.

Cayden turned to us, panic painted across his face.

"I’m sorry," he muttered. "I’ll have to take his life now."

"WAIT!" I scread. "If we kill him now, what do we gain? What if the plan actually works?" Caspian stepped in again.

Cyrius coughed again. Louder this ti. The room tensed.

Cayden rushed out and returned with the dagger and the grimoire.

"You better not hurt yourself," he said, handing them to .

"I won’t," I replied, snatching them from his hands.

I set everything on the table. My palms rested on the dagger as I studied the grimoire. There was no text just symbols. Hand movents. A flow.

I mimicked the illustration, placing my hand on the blade.

And then I began chanting the lines beneath the image.

"...Versa." I whispered the final word with hope and anticipation in my chest.

Nothing happened.

Not even a flicker.

All eyes landed on . Cayden stepped forward, took the dagger from my hand, and drove it into Cyrius’s chest.

Nothing.... My heart drooped.

Cyrius shook. His eyes fluttered. He coughed again.

Cayden threw the dagger across the room.

"You see? Useless! We just wasted our goddamn ti!" he growled, both hands digging into his hair.

I bit my nails, heart crumbling. Why did I feel so sure it would work?

The disappointnt clawed up my chest.

"I guess Cayden’s right," I whispered. "We’ll have to... do it."

My heart tightened. I had never t Cyrius. Never even spoken to him. But if he woke up... he’d be my mate.

I was mated to the Alpha triplets. No matter how dark or twisted his story was, he was still part of .

"Please don’t," I said, barely above a whisper.

Both of them turned to —just as Caspian’s eyes lit up.

"Wait—look!" We all turned imdiately as our eyes fell on it..

The dagger on the floor was glowing. I gasped.

Cayden rushed over, grabbed it without hesitation, and drove it into Cyrius’s chest again.

BOOM.

The dark veins burst back onto his body. His limbs twitched—and then slowly stilled. His consciousness began to drift... away.

We all released a shaky breath.

Cayden’s chest heaved. He looked at , wild-eyed, then stepped forward and pulled into a sudden, tight hug.

"You did it," he whispered. "You fucking did it."

I stood frozen for a second, then slowly let myself breathe.

"How did that happen?" Cayden muttered.

He was staring at , eyes wide with sothing between awe and suspicion, trying to process everything that had just unfolded. "How did that happen?" he repeated, slower this ti his voice low, but tense. "Are you... are you a witch?"

My lips parted, but no words ca out. His eyes stayed locked on mine, searching, demanding sothing I didn’t have.

"I...I don’t know," I stamred. "I touched the lantern that day, rember? It didn’t glow it just... vibrated. And now the witches are after ... after my baby. I thought maybe it’s the child they want."

Cayden shook his head. "No. It’s not the baby. The baby’s mine. That child is a werewolf full blood. That ans it’s you. You must be the witch. You’re the one they’re after."

I felt my pulse skyrocket. "I’m not hiding anything!" I snapped, my voice breaking. "I promise. I don’t know what’s happening to . I didn’t even know I could..."

"Then how did you fix the dagger?" he asked, stepping closer. "How did you do sothing even Aurora couldn’t do? Huh?"

"Okay," I snapped, the words tumbling out now. "So if I were a witch, you think this is how I’d reveal it? By helping you? By saving him?"

He flinched. "Think, Alpha!" I shouted. "Not everything is black and white!"

"It’s..." he mumbled, running his hand through his hair. "It’s just—"

"Oh my Goddess," Caspian interrupted, eyes darting between us. "She’s right. This is huge. Hazel might not even know what she is yet. The lantern didn’t light up, sure... but it vibrated. That ans sothing."

"Then what is she?" Cayden asked, frustrated.

"I don’t know," Caspian said. "But whatever she is... we owe her. Because of Hazel, Cyrius didn’t wake up."

I scoffed, but the sound caught in my throat.

Suddenly, pain ripped through my stomach like lightning.

"Agh!" I gasped, my hands flying to my belly.

"Hazel?" They both rushed to instantly.

My legs buckled.

"Call the healer! Now!" Cayden shouted and Caspian bolted out of the room while Cayden swept into his arms and rushed down the hall to my chamber. My body trembled violently as he laid gently on the bed.

"Hey—hey, stay with . Look at ," he whispered, holding my hand tight.

"I’m shaking," I whispered. "Why am I shaking?"

His jaw clenched. "You’re going to be okay. Just breathe... I told you not to do it.."

But when I looked down at my stomach... my breath caught.

My eyes widened.

"What in the hell..." I whispered.