Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23: How is this possible?

~Caspain’s POV~

My body moved before I could even think. Hazel’s knees buckled beneath her, and I lunged forward instinctively, catching her just before she hit the ground.

What happened to her?

She was perfectly fine just minutes ago—her face had held a forced calm, her posture straight. Yet now, she was limp in my arms, like a flame extinguished without warning.

I barely registered the harsh words spilling from her stepmother’s mouth. They were muffled, like I was underwater, my ears ringing with panic. Her younger sister let out a gut-wrenching cry, clutching a her dress. Her fists clenched around it in grief or disbelief.

But my world had narrowed.

I was completely fixated on Hazel.

My heart pounded violently in my chest. my eyes flicked toward Cayden. He stood there, relaxed, almost indifferent. His arm was draped around Natasha, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. He didn’t even flinch. Didn’t move.

And that was when something in me snapped.

"Get the pack healer!" I barked, my voice hoarse with panic. "She’s dying!"

Cayden’s gaze shifted toward me slowly, his face twisting into something cruel, something mocking.

"I told you, brother," he said with a shrug, "she’s not strong enough for this. Look at her—she’s already collapsing on your wedding day. Imagine what will happen tonight when you two... consummate. Will she survive that?"

He chuckled, and Natasha joined him with a shrill, echoing laugh.

My heart cracked.

Before I could react, Father had already called for the healer. Thank the goddess. The pack healer arrived swiftly, her assistant right behind her. I didn’t wait—I scooped Hazel up in my arms, her body barely stirring. Still, no one moved. Not a single soul.

Nobody cared.

Not even the ones who should.

The healer checked her pulse, her breath, her aura. Then her face turned grave. Too grave.

"She’s not breathing," she whispered.

My world stilled.

"What?" My voice shook, my hands trembled. "No. She was just fine. Just a minute ago she was fine."

The healer placed a hand on my shoulder. "We need to move her now. To my chamber. I need to examine her more thoroughly."

I nodded furiously. "Let’s go."

Still, no one offered to help. No one lifted a finger. It was just me, the healer, and her assistant carrying Hazel out of that cursed hall.

Ariel—bless her heart—tried to follow, but her mother gripped her wrist tightly and pulled her back, whispering something harsh in her ear.

I could’ve stopped it. As the Beta, I could’ve commanded the entire room. But I didn’t. My voice was lodged in my throat, my focus consumed by Hazel.

So this is what she’s been living with?

This loneliness? This cruelty?

What if I hadn’t been here? What would’ve happened then? Would they have left her on the floor, unconscious and struggling to breathe, until she simply never woke up?

The thought made my wolf stir with rage, clawing beneath my skin. I wanted to burn the hall to the ground.

But I held back.

I focused on Hazel.

When we reached the healer’s chamber—thank the gods it wasn’t far—I laid her gently on the table. The healer motioned for me to stay back. I didn’t want to leave her side, but I forced myself to obey.

Seconds crawled by. The door closed, and I stood frozen just outside. My entire being was anchored to that chamber door. My thoughts spiraled. What if she didn’t wake up? What if it was already too late?

Then, the door creaked open.

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