Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38: Missing three

~Cayden’s POV~

Tonight is a full moon, so I couldn’t dwell on the witches’ case for much longer. They weren’t agreeing with me—Aurora was right, they never would. Not after I killed their leader. I had killed Dahlia. Right here, in the High House.

And even though Dahlia had been a monster, she was right about one thing—this city is their hometown. Every single one of them is still in New Orleans. Watching. Waiting. Either they’re hiding in plain sight, or they’re rejecting my offer to work under my pack. Either way, I’m not taking no for an answer.

Tonight is a full moon. We have a ritual to plan. The night when most of us tap into our more natural power. When we become stronger. And if the witches won’t accept peace, maybe it’s time to burn down their defiance. One by one. Maybe then they’ll understand that witches no longer belong in New Orleans.

I paused for a breath as I approached my room. Being an Alpha is far harder lately.

But as soon as I stepped inside my room, I knew I wouldn’t get it.

Someone was in my bed. Wrapped in my sheets.

My gaze scanned the silhouette, and the moment I caught sight of the golden blonde hair splayed on my pillow, I knew.

Natasha.

Of course, it was her.

Didn’t she have something else to do?

I paused, my mood already soured. I wasn’t really in the mood for her right now.

Then she stirred, slowly turning her head toward me, a coy smile playing on her lips. The sheets slipped down her bare body.

She was naked.

Her hands reached up, cupping her breasts—tightening the hold, as if tempting me into submission. My eyes flicked down instinctively before dragging back up. She knew what she was doing.

"Oh my god, Cayden," she purred as she rose, hips swaying as she approached. "I’ve been waiting for more than four hours. Where have you been?"

"I went out," I said flatly. "I was busy, Today is damn stressful."

"Fine," she whispered, brushing her fingers down my chest. "Then let me help you get that stress away from you."

"Natasha," I muttered, already growing weak for her, "tonight is the full moon. We have a ritual to plan."

She brought her fingers to my lips. "You care too much," she whispered. "You know, sometimes you don’t have to be serious. Come," she said, her voice laced with promise as her hand slid down, grazing her breast. "You know the real reason for your stress? Getting Hazel pregnant. The only solution would be getting me pregnant too."

My jaw clenched.

She wasn’t entirely wrong. Everything that happened recently is all because of one thing — person. Hazel

I didn’t answer—I just reached for her. My fingers pinched her nipple, red and swollen under my touch. She gasped, her body jerking in reaction, and then she let out a breathy moan in my ear.

"Want to take off your clothes?" she whispered.

I nodded silently, and she tugged on my tie, slowly undoing it, dragging it down my chest before she started unbuttoning my shirt.

But the second my skin met the open air, Ragnar stirred.

My wolf, silent all night, began to growl.

Loud. Dark. Unyielding.

He hated her. Every inch of her.

And honestly, sometimes I get it.

She had always been the plan. The clean, political match. The girl was chosen for me long before I knew what love was. But every time I look at her now...., 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Still, she peeled the shirt from my body, her fingers tracing the ink on my skin.

"I’ll never get used to this beautiful body," she whispered, smiling with hunger. Her fingers trailing my abs, her cheeks flushed.

I didn’t return the smile.

I just pinned her to the bed, my body hovering above hers. My hand found her throat—not to choke, but to hold.

"You want sex, right?" I murmured, voice low. "You want to help me get the stress away?"

Her eyes flickered with excitement. "Yes," she whispered.

"There’s only one way," I growled into her ear, brushing my lips along her skin.

I kissed her neck, gently at first, but then Ragnar lunged forward in my mind. I nearly bit her. A real bite. Not for hickey. Not for pleasure but..,

For blood.

Why would he be so addicted to her scent?

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