Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Brown coffin

~Hazel’s POV~

Relief crashed over me the moment Cayden appeared, towering above me like some terrifying, glorious guardian.

His chest rose and fell with every breath, blood still dripping from his claws, but his glowing red eyes were scanning me—checking every inch of my body for wounds, for damage. When he saw that I was okay, a breath escaped his lips, short and hard. His eyes didn’t linger long before snapping to Caspian.

Caspian, who at that very moment, tore the head of the last wolf from its shoulders and let the mangled body hit the ground with a thud. He shifted back into his human form, muscles rippling under blood-spattered skin, breath ragged. Cayden did the same, his clothes destroyed by his transformation—both brothers now stood in just their torn pants, their bare chests slick with blood, dirt, and sweat. Titans in a warzone.

"Brother," Cayden said, breathless. "We’re surrounded. There are hundreds out there." He spat onto the ground, blood mixing with the debris littering the High House. "Blue Moon is wrecked."

Caspian stepped toward him, placing a steady hand on his shoulder. "We can’t let them rule here. Even if they’re hundreds, we are the Blue Moon. You’re the Mighty Cayden. We show them—they stepped into the wrong pack." His voice rumbled low with fury, but it was that calm fury, the kind that promised vengeance.

Cayden’s chest puffed out. "Yes..."

Before they could say more, a bone-chilling howl echoed outside, followed by more snarls and war cries. Then footsteps.

A man stormed in, panting. Leon.

Cayden immediately turned to him. "Leon—what about mother and father?"

"They’re fine," Leon replied between breaths. "Sir Claus is still fighting, but your mother is safe with the Gilberts. Our wolves have pushed them back outside the walls. All is fine."

Caspian’s eyes flicked to Cayden. A flicker of hope sparked between them.

But then—

"All is not fine."

Aurora’s voice sliced through the air like a blade. Every pair of eyes snapped to her as she stepped into view, her gown torn at the hem, her arms streaked with ash.

"We are in danger," she continued, her eyes flickering with power. "We’re trapped."

Cayden stepped toward her. "What do you mean?"

She inhaled slowly. "Witches. They’ve sealed the High House. Our wolves can’t breach the barrier. You, me, Caspian, Hazel, Leon—we’re the only ones inside. The rest are locked out."

My stomach twisted.

"What?" Caspian asked sharply. "Dahlia and her coven is out?"

Cayden turned on Aurora and barked "Did you release them?"

She stared at him, calm as ever, unbothered by his fury. "Our coven is not the only one, Cayden."

The words hit like a slap.

"She’s right," Caspian said grimly. "Other covens must’ve allied with rival packs. They’re desperate."

The ground beneath us trembled with distant growls and spells echoing through the corridors. We were truly trapped. Then Leon glanced at me, and everything in his expression shifted.

"She’s the reason," he whispered. "The pregnant human. That’s what they’re after."

A chill stabbed through me. My legs nearly gave out. Aurora caught my hand before I could fall.

"I’ll get her out," Aurora declared. "You hold the line. Only the five of us are in the house. I’ll take Hazel. There’s no time."

"No" Caspian stepped forward.

"There’s a back door," he said. "On the third floor, past the eastern hall. You’ll find the side passage. Use your magic to break the seal and run."

Aurora nodded once. "Come."

She took my hand and we ran. My legs barely moved under me, but the urgency in her voice forced them forward. My mind was spinning.

Why me?

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