Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Sharp vision

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~Hazel’s POV~

I’m pregnant.

A literal child is growing in me.

And now... now I’m risking my life to protect it.

A truth I had only just learned minutes ago—and already it felt like a lifetime’s burden.

Is it worth it?

That question kept circling my mind like a vulture.

Two guards dragged me by each arm toward the rooftop. My feet barely moved in rhythm as the cold air up there teased my skin before we’d even arrived. Behind me walked the Gamma, Leon, silent as ever, and the witch who was oddly always by his side—Aurora. Her red hair glinted under the torchlight, her expression unreadable.

Caspian had tried to stop me.

He’d fought, cursed, begged—but no. This wasn’t his battle. This was mine. Mine to bear. Mine to survive.

When we reached the rooftop, the wind was harsher, almost mocking. The guards didn’t say a word as the witch stepped forward and began removing my dress. My breath caught. I felt exposed—raw, inside and out. Leon turned away, standing outside the rooftop boundary like a sentry. I was about to be naked in front of everyone, and I understood now why he’d chosen to wait outside.

But as soon as the last layer of fabric was peeled from my skin, the tears began to fall. Silent at first, then heavier, like they carried everything I’d bottled up inside for years.

From down below, I heard a distant growl—deep, feral. Caspian.

They were holding him back. Holding him down. It must’ve taken at least four wolves to restrain him. I could feel his rage clawing at the walls, desperate to reach me, to protect me, to do something.

And then they brought out the whips.

My breath stopped. I knew that whip. I knew it.

The same kind my father used on me anytime I got caught stealing food—after he’d forced me to skip breakfast or dinner. I didn’t get lunch. That wasn’t for "girls like me."

Every line of the whip. Every frayed strand. I could name each one by the scars they left.

One of the maids raised her hand high, whip ready. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for that familiar excruciating pain.

But instead of the crack of leather...

I heard a pained female growl.

My eyes flew open.

"Versa!"

Everyone was on the floor. Paralyzed. Arms frozen mid-air. Whips still in hand, suspended like dead snakes.

It was Aurora.

"he is the father," she said, breathless. Her chest heaved like she’d just run a marathon. "I’ve done the test. Alpha Cayden is the father."

My mouth dropped open. "I know... but why did you..."

My gaze moved to the frozen figures around us, the maid still clutching her weapon.

"I didn’t want them to do that to you," Aurora whispered. "You could die."

I blinked, stunned.

I had never expected kindness—let alone remorse—from the beautiful red-haired woman who always looked so distant and composed.

"If I don’t take this punishment, I won’t be able to leave this place," I said, voice low, like a confession.

She looked at me, eyes scanning my frame, seeing what no one else ever had—how fragile I really was.

"Your body can’t survive this..." she murmured. "You could die." Her voice cracked then. "I’m sorry. I can’t let you do this."

For a second, I saw her pain. Like she understood mine.

She helped dress me gently, her hands soft against my bruised skin. Once I was fully clothed, she took my hand and led me down from the rooftop.

As we reached the grand hall again, my nerves cracked. I tried to pull away, to bolt, to escape this never-ending spectacle. I couldn’t bear any more gasps or judgmental eyes or cruelty.

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