Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11: She’s a witch!

~Hazel’s POV~

"I reject you."

That’s all I heard. That’s all I felt.

Cayden’s words struck my chest like a whip. Cold. Final. Cruel. He stared at me like I was filth smeared across his boots like I was something he wanted to scrape off. That one sentence ricocheted in my head repeatedly, each time cutting deeper.

And then like thunder following lightning, I heard Caspian’s voice boom through the hall:

"I accept you."

Gasps. Shocks. Echoes. But none of it mattered because, in the next moment, Caspian knelt beside me. I didn’t move. Couldn’t. My limbs were frozen, locked in some invisible chain of shame and disbelief. Yet he was so... gentle.

He tucked my hair away from my neck. My breath hitched when his fingers grazed my skin, and then—gods—his warm breath blew across my nape, slow and steady like a prayer. I should’ve felt fear.

Instead?

My stomach flipped.

My lips trembled as I bit down on them, trying to muffle the gasp threatening to escape me.

Then he bit me.

Not with violence. Not with force. But like I was something precious. Cherished.

The pain was brief. Sharp. But it was swallowed quickly by this wave of tingles rushing from my neck down my spine. Something stirred inside me, something raw and wild and not human.

What just happened?

What is happening?

And more terrifying..what’s going to happen?

I was marked. By Beta Caspian.

By a man, I didn’t know but whose arms felt safer than home ever did. Around the entire pack, in front of my father, I had been claimed. And they called me...me—their mate?

Not Sophia. Not Natasha. Me.

I looked around, dazed. My vision blurred at the edges as my head started pounding. Faces swirled, mouths moved, but all I heard was static.

My father stood across the hall with his arms folded and disgust carved into every line of his face.

Selene clutched Natasha, whose eyes were locked on the mark on my neck. Her face twisted in a grotesque mix of heartbreak and rage. I tried to cover the mark, but my hand wouldn’t move. My fingers just hovered there, like I was afraid touching it would confirm it was real.

Because it was.

I was his mate. The Moon Goddess chose me. But how?

I’m human.

Humans don’t have mates. We choose. We date. We marry. The Moon Goddess doesn’t pick for us—does she?

Before I could wrap my head around it, Cayden’s voice sliced through the fog again.

"You’ve got what you wanted, right? You witch."

I blinked. My chest clenched.

And even though I don’t have a wolf, even though I wasn’t connected to their rituals, that rejection hurt. Deeply. In places I didn’t know could hurt.

But Caspian tightened his hands around me... it dulled the pain. Replaced it with something else.

Excitement? Warmth?

Then chaos.

The Luna—who had been fainted on the floor since I woke up, sprang up like she’d been lit on fire. She pushed Caspian and stormed toward me with fury in her eyes and before I could flinch.

She slapped me three times.

Three. In quick succession. My cheeks burned. My vision blurred with hot tears. But I stayed still, too shocked to cry.

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