Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Pain of a monster

*~Hazel’s POV~*

I stormed into my room, my chest heaving like I had just run a mile through mud. I don’t know what I thought—that they would believe me? Me? The helpless human girl whose voice had never mattered in a room full of wolves. One strange observation and I thought it would finally count for something?

It never has.

Caspian didn’t follow me. He didn’t even try. He just stood there, watching me walk away. Or maybe he’d already turned his back by then. I didn’t go to his chamber this time—I went to mine. I wanted to be alone, where the silence wouldn’t try to argue with me, where I didn’t have to pretend I was still brave.

The moment I shut the door behind me, the weight of everything crashed down.

I collapsed into the bed without even pulling back the covers. I lay there as the hours passed, unmoving, my body heavy and my mind louder than ever. At some point, the room began to dim. Evening gave way to night, and moonlight crept through the slits in my curtains, casting silver streaks over my skin.

The glow touched my face. I didn’t move. I just turned to my side and touched my stomach, rubbing slow circles.

I gasped softly. A soft movement

It was faint. So faint. But I felt like...

My child.

And then the memory returned. The thing I saw. The thing no one wanted to believe. The thing with his eyes. The way he looked, the power around him, the way something ancient had flickered across his skin for a split second. What is he? Who the hell did I get pregnant for?

Before the thought could consume me again, a sound cut through the stillness—a knock. But not on my door.

Tap. Tap.

I sat up sharply. My head whipped toward the window.

Another knock.

I crawled to the window and peeked through the glass. My breath caught. A small folded letter was pressed to the outside, pinned with a silver thumbtack. I opened the window slowly, letting the cool breeze brush past me, and took the letter.

Scrawled in dark ink:

"Meet me at the rooftop."

My heart stuttered.

Who? Why?

But curiosity? Yeah, it had always been the death of me.

I didn’t think—I just moved. Slipped out the back of my chamber and snuck through the silent halls. Up the winding stairwell that led to the roof of the high-house.

When I finally pushed open the rusted door, the night air kissed my skin, and my eyes found him.

Sitting near the ledge, his posture relaxed, but everything about him screamed tightly wound chaos. His long black hair blew gently in the breeze, a few strands sticking to his sharp cheekbones. He had a trimmed beard now, darker than the last time I saw him this close. And those eyes—goddess, those eyes, blood red, glowing faintly under the moonlight.

Cayden.

He turned his head slightly, catching me in his gaze. And then, slowly, he patted the spot beside him. No words. Just an invitation.

A cold drink sat in one hand. Another empty cup in the other. As he poured from the bottle, the golden liquid glistened under the moon.

I didn’t move.

My legs froze. My breath caught.

I couldn’t sit next to him. Not after what I’d said. Not after the way I’d looked at him—like he was something to fear.

He looked like a man now, calm and collected. But that didn’t erase what I’d seen earlier. The rage. The power. The monster.

Still, the guilt that weighed on my chest made me step forward. The memory of his face when I called him that. The pain in it, like a mirror of something he’d seen before. His mother looked at him like that and even feared him... till now.

It broke something in me.

I walked over slowly and sat beside him, careful not to brush against his arm.

He handed me the cup.

I flinched.

His jaw tightened, and something flickered across his face. A mix of hurt and disappointment, quickly masked with a scornful half-smile. "I forgot," he muttered, "humans don’t like sitting near monsters."

"No," I whispered. "That’s not " I stopped, then took the cup from him gently. I placed it back on the ground, between us. "I can’t drink that."

He raised a brow.

"I’m pregnant," I said, rubbing my belly like it would prove my words. "You shouldn’t serve a pregnant woman alcohol."

He blinked, and then he chuckled. A real, low sound that rumbled from his chest.

"My bad," he said, taking the cup back and downing it in one long gulp. "I’m used to being nice to people like you."

"People like me?"

His gaze shifted toward the stars. "Someone carrying life."

I didn’t know how to answer that. But then he turned to me fully, his face unreadable.

"Why did you call me a monster," he asked, voice quiet, almost gentle... Almost? "That made you call me a monster?

I took a deep breath, my lungs stinging with everything I hadn’t said for weeks I’ve stayed in the high-house. My voice trembled, but I forced the words out anyway.

"Millions of reasons," I said quietly. "You want to know why I called you a monster? Fine. Let me list them."

Something flickered in his soft red eyes... Weird

"Don’t touch me!" I screamed. " What the hell are you?!"

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