Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Desire for a red dress

*~Hazel’s POV~*

"Something important? Like what?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Cayden drew in a deep breath. His gaze flickered toward the fire before returning to me. "I don’t know if I should tell you this... but... I saw something today. Someone, rather. Someone who threatened me."

My stomach dropped. Jonathan.

I was sure of it. That damn figure, the one who appeared to me—of course it was him. And if he showed himself to Cayden too, at the exact same time, then it was no coincidence.

Jonathan was circling us.

Cayden’s jaw tightened. "That’s part of why I came here tonight. To sleep beside you. To make sure your safety—and our children’s safetyis guaranteed. Something might happen tomorrow, Hazel. And I need you to be very alert."

I swallowed, my throat dry. "Tomorrow..."

"Yes." His eyes softened slightly. "Thank the Goddess your womb has already awakened. Soon, Aurora will begin teaching you how to channel spells and everything else you’ll need. Until then, I just want you safe."

He was right. Every word of it. But my bones already felt heavy, my body chilled, as if my strength was slipping away before the battle even began. My lids lowered, weariness tugging at me.

And then my mind twisted back to Jonathan.

The memory of his voice, his promise to take me, the way he called my babies mystics—it gnawed at my stomach until I thought I would be sick. Tomorrow loomed like a stormcloud, and I didn’t know what would happen.

I turned my head toward Cayden. "I’d better sleep," I whispered.

"Yeah," he murmured, lying back. "We both better."

We slipped under the sheets. This time, he didn’t tug them away from me or play at winning dominance. He left the blanket fully in my grasp, as though letting me have the victory. But guilt twisted inside me. Selfishness.

So, after a moment, I nudged the sheets back toward him, making sure the sound was loud enough for him to notice.

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest.

And before I could stop it, a smile curved across my lips—soft, unbidden, traitorous.

Damn it. What’s wrong with me?

The morning sunlight crept through the curtains and spilled across my face. I groaned softly as my eyes fluttered open. But when I tried to move, I couldn’t.

Oh my Goddess... am I paralyzed?

My breath quickened until I turned my head and realized why I couldn’t move.

Cayden.

His arms were wrapped tightly around me, caging me in, holding me against him as though I were the most fragile thing in the world. The babies’ cradles were right beside us, both of them sleeping soundly. And Cayden’s head rested against my neck, his mouth brushing warm breaths against my skin.

I could barely breathe. Damn it, this man is heavy.

"Get off me," I muttered, wriggling against him. I pushed at his chest until his eyes blinked open.

"Oh, Goddess," he rasped, sitting up. "It’s morning already?"

"Damn," I teased, rubbing my shoulder. "This is the first time I’ve woken up with you... and of course it had to be on your children’s naming ceremony."

His eyes narrowed in a glare. "Our children’s naming ceremony," he corrected. "And we’re late."

He leapt from the bed and rushed out, leaving me staring after him, baffled at his sudden panic.

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