Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215: Bad Alpha

**~Hazel’s POV~**

I immediately rushed back downstairs, not wanting to miss my coronation. My gown brushed against my legs as I nearly stumbled down the stairs. On the second floor, Lilith let out a loud sigh of relief before snatching Heather out of my arms.

"You silly girl, where did you go?" she scolded, clutching Heather tightly to her chest before pushing me lightly toward the staircase. "Go! They’re waiting for you!"

I didn’t waste another second. My heart was pounding as I dashed down the remaining steps. The grand hall was filled—wolves, Crescents, elders, everyone in attendance. Caspian was already standing at the center, his posture regal, his expression tense. Klaus and the others were trying to distract the elders, but the frustration on their faces was clear.

The moment I reached the bottom, Elder Gina’s sharp voice cut through the room. "Where have you been?" she barked, grabbing my arm and dragging me forward. "You cannot call yourself an Alpha if you keep the Elders waiting! You must never delay, and you must always show respect."

"Yes, I’m sorry," I murmured quickly.

She tugged on my ear for good measure—ow—and then finally let me go. With a huff, she turned to face the crowd. "Let the coronation begin."

The ceremony commenced. Caspian and I each drew a shallow cut on our palms, our blood mingling in the silver bowl that symbolized unity and all.

But even as I stood there, repeating the oaths, my mind kept drifting back to Heather. The image of her sitting there, bathed in sunlight, staring into it without flinching—it wouldn’t leave me. That light hadn’t hurt her eyes, hadn’t even made her blink. What could she possibly have seen? The thought made my skin prickle.

I tried to stay focused as Elder Gina placed the silver crown on my head, the symbol of Alpha authority. "Rise, Alpha Hazel of the Blue Crescent Pack," she declared.

The hall erupted in howls and cheers. Every wolf bowed. Every Crescent knelt. The sound shook the air around me—but my heart felt distant.

Then my gaze snagged on a familiar figure in the crowd.

Natasha.

She looked... older. The fierce beauty that once defined her had faded into bitterness and wrinkles. Her hands were bound in chains, and beside her stood her mother..frail, gray, and cold-eyed. The sight hit me harder than I expected.

Lillian and Sophia stood beside them, both looking at me in disbelief. I wanted to go to them, to say something—anything—but the words refused to come. The only one who offered me a soft, hesitant smile was Lillian. Natasha’s glare, however, burned like old fire.

Once a devil, always a devil.

I forced a faint smile in return, then turned away. They were not my family anymore. That Chapter was dead and buried, just like the man who connected us inside the ground outside.

Caspian appeared beside me, his hand warm on my shoulder. "Cayden said to meet him on the rooftop," he murmured. "You’ve had a long day. Go. I’ll handle the elders."

I nodded and left the noise behind, climbing the stairs until the open air hit my face.

Cayden sat there, cross-legged, a bottle of whiskey in one hand and two glasses beside him. The golden dusk light framed his profile.

He looked up as I approached, then smirked softly and filled both glasses.

"Cheers," he said, raising one toward me. "To being an Alpha."

I

laughed as our glass cups clinked together.

"Cheers to being a full-time parent," I added teasingly and he chuckled.

"You’ll be the one doing most of the work with the kids. I can’t wait to see it." I laughed.

He burst out laughing. "I’d rather take care of ten thousand babies than be an Alpha. You think being Alpha is all glory and power?"

He grinned, swirling his drink. "Yes it brings pride and respect—and maybe a dash of ego—but the workload? Insane. I just hope you can handle it."

I shrugged, pretending to look unfazed, but my mind was still circling what happened earlier. I wanted to tell him about Heather.

"Where was Heather, by the way?" he asked, almost reading my mind.

"She was upstairs," I replied softly. "Our baby girl learned to crawl and took full advantage of it."

He snorted. "We’ll have to assign some maids to keep an eye on them at all times."

I nodded but hesitated, debating whether to tell him or not. Since he’d basically claimed the full-time parent role, he deserved to know.

"Cayden," I said quietly, "when I saw her earlier... she was standing by the window, looking straight at the sun."

He raised a brow, mid-sip. "Okay? And?"

"And the sun wasn’t burning her eyes. She was smiling—almost like she understood something."

"Oh, forgive me, your majesty," he said with exaggerated sarcasm.

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