Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Surprise visit

~Hazel’s POV~

The last place I wanted to be was back in Caspian’s chambers. It was the same room I tried taking my own life.

But now I was here again, and this time... I wasn’t alone.

Caspian had carried me in silence, not a single word falling from his lips as he laid me gently on his bed. He gave a sharp command to the maids to bring hot tea, his voice clipped, curt. Then he began pacing.

Over and over again. Back and forth. Like a storm trapped inside him.

He hadn’t looked at me, but I could feel the anger radiating off him.

I sat up slowly, my body still trembling. The tea arrived, steam curling in the air. I lifted it with shaky hands and took a cautious sip.

Too hot.

I winced, and before I could even react, Caspian was at my side in a blur. His eyes scanned my face, and his thumb brushed my lip gently, checking for burns.

"I’m good," I mouthed, smiling faintly.

His jaw flexed again, and I couldn’t stop myself. I reached out, touched his arm, grounding myself in the warmth of his skin.

"It’s not your fault," I whispered. "It’s all his fault. And you don’t need to carry that weight."

He didn’t answer at first, just stared at me with something soft and painful in his gaze.

"I still need to get you away from him," he murmured, brushing hair from my face and tucking it gently behind my ear.

That touch made my breath catch. I had to look away. Being this close to him felt dangerous in a beautiful kind of way. Caspian was beautiful in a calm, thoughtful way. The kind of beauty that wrapped around your heart and refused to let go. Nothing like Cayden’s volatile, magnetic pull. Caspian’s presence was steady and pure.

But I knew better than to fall for the surface.

There was something beneath all that gentleness. I felt it.

His eyes drifted downward... to my stomach. Then his lips curved into the faintest smile.

"I can hear the heartbeat."

I froze.

"W...what?" I stammered, blinking.

He gently took my hand and guided it over my belly.

Then I heard it—like thunder echoing in my veins. My baby. Alive. Real.

I gasped, stunned. A sob tangled in my throat, and water filled my eyes. I couldn’t believe it. I’d tried to end this... and still, the baby lived. Still, my child had survived me.

I finished the tea with quiet reverence, and when I looked back up, Caspian was already preparing a bath. I slipped inside, letting the water soak away the night, the shame, the fear.

When I came out, there was a towel and... a nightgown. Soft. Elegant. My exact size.

How did he know?

I slipped it on, surprised at how perfectly it hugged my figure without suffocating it. I turned just as he stepped back in. His eyes swept over me, and a small, satisfied smile tugged at his lips.

"Perfect," he said, his dimple flashing.

I blushed and looked down.

"I’ll leave you to sleep," he said gently. "You need the night to yourself. Time to process... everything."

I nodded, unable to speak. Only Ariel had ever treated me this kindly.

How was Cayden related to him?

And then... I couldn’t help myself.

"I heard you’re a triplet," I said quietly. "Where’s your brother?"

His smile vanished.

"We don’t talk about Cyrius," he said coldly. And then, he smiled the coldness disappearing, "Goodnight, darling."

He shut the door, and I stared after him, confused. But exhaustion pulled at my limbs, and soon, I surrendered to sleep.

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"Morning, darling."

His voice was the first thing I heard.

My eyes fluttered open, and Caspian’s bright blue ones filled my view. He kissed my forehead, and I melted under the gentleness.

"How are you feeling?"

"Good," I said honestly. More than good. My body felt light, grounded. There was no dizziness, no pain. Just... calm.

"I need to bathe," he said, standing. "We’ll be leaving soon."

I nodded, heart fluttering. There was a warmth inside me now. A growing belief that maybe... I was safe. That maybe the Moon Goddess hadn’t abandoned me. Maybe she was balancing the cruelty of Cayden with the kindness of Caspian.

And then—

Caspian pulled off his shirt.

I froze.

His body was art. Smooth muscles, taut abs, those veiny arms. And the V line on his waist? My mouth went dry.

He turned his back to me and, oh gods, his back. Wide. Powerful. Covered in faint scars that only made him more beautiful.

He and Cayden were built the same, but where Cayden’s body screamed sin and danger with dark tattoos and a brooding aura, Caspian’s was quiet temptation. Smooth. Enticing.

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