Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49: Cyrius

*~Author’s POV~*

The world had shattered.

It wasn’t just Hazel’s—it was everyone’s. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

She lay there, lifeless, blood soaking into the dirt beneath her, her body broken, her soul silent. Aurora, barely breathing, was sprawled beside her, veins still dark and pulsating with corrupted magic.

Her legs had snapped from the force of her last spell, but she’d taken two of the five witches with her. Her clones still fought in the distance shadowy versions of herself holding the line, barely.

But the battle had shifted.

O’Brien had killed the last of the wolves Cayden had sent to protect them. One by one, he’d ripped them apart, until he stood over the final one, gripping its neck. In a single twist—snap—it was done.

Then came the worst sound of all.

Laughter.

O’Brien dropped the body and shifted into his human form. Half-naked, drenched in blood, bits of flesh stuck in his teeth, he looked less like a man and more like a monster born from nightmares.

He walked over to Dahlia slowly, savoring the moment, then kissed the back of her hand. "You look... magnificent, my lady," he said, voice thick with blood and madness. "Even more ravishing than Lilith. I’m sure you’ll be more powerful than her now."

Dahlia smiled, smug and ageless in her new youthful form. "Oh, I’ll make Lilith bow. I’ll force her Crescent bloodline to kneel. I mean look at her daughter now." Her eyes drifted to Hazel’s still body, mouth curling. "I wonder what expression she’ll make when she realizes we killed her grandchild. The deal was just the child, but... well, accidents happen."

"Lilith is a fool," O’Brien muttered. "She must have her own plan—but I’m lucky we acted on ours first."

They smirked together, monsters wearing human faces.

"And now," he added, "what about that power you promised me? The one that will make me more powerful than any Alpha?"

Dahlia turned to him with glowing eyes. "Oh, don’t worry, dear. I have plenty of power now. Enough to remake you. I’ll make you into a beast no Alpha could ever defeat."

But then—

Roars tore through the air. Deep. Violent. Earth-shaking.

O’Brien froze mid-step. Dahlia’s smile twitched.

"Guess who’s here," O’Brien muttered.

Two massive wolves landed hard—one by Hazel’s body, the other in the heart of the battlefield. Both shifted almost at once.

Caspian and Cayden.

Both soaked in sweat and fury.

Caspian fell to his knees beside Hazel, lifting her limp body with trembling arms. His breath hitched. Her skin was cold. Too cold.

"No—Hazel," he whispered. "Hazel, no—please—"

Cayden stared in silence, eyes wide, shattered. "What... what did you do?"

Dahlia turned toward them calmly, brushing a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. "What you wouldn’t," she said softly. "I killed the child. Absorbed its power. Killed her too. Isn’t that what you wanted, Alpha? You rejected her. You cast her out. You said she wasn’t worthy. That a human was a disgrace to your bloodline."

She smirked at him. "I helped you clean up your little mess."

"You monster," Caspian growled through clenched teeth, cradling Hazel’s blood-soaked head.

Dahlia tilted her head mockingly. "Caspian, you were the surprise. I expected Cayden to betray her—but you? I thought you’d be the obstacle. Always ruining my plans. But this time? You walked right into it. You brought her to me."

Caspian’s jaw tightened. His claws threatened to break through his skin. But he didn’t move—not while Hazel’s body lay cold in his arms. His rage burned quietly. Deeply. The kind of fire that kills silently.

Cayden, still frozen, whispered, "No. No, you didn’t..."

"Oh, but I did," Dahlia said sweetly. "The mate you spent your whole life denying? She’s gone. Both of you? Mateless. Alone. Forever. Salvatore bloodline, shattered."

Then Caspian laughed.

It came out slow. Bitter. Unhinged. The sound stopped everyone in their tracks.

Silence. Everything froze.

Cayden joined... His laughter loud.

Even Aurora...who just moments ago had been writhing on the floor, tainted by dark veins and drained of strength lifted her head slowly. Her expression was twisted, unreadable, and more dangerous.

Dahlia’s confident smirk faltered.

O’Brien’s eyes darted nervously.

Then, Caspian growled.

A low, cold, bone-deep laugh that chilled the battlefield.

He rose slowly, regal and soaked in blood, like a nightmare in royal armor. His white shirt was stained crimson, his jaw clenched, his energy deathly calm. And then, without a word, he pulled a handkerchief from his inner coat pocket crisp, untouched and gently wiped Hazel’s blood from his chest.

He looked up, a twisted smirk forming.

"Don’t tell me I’m dumb enough to believe all this."

Dahlia’s brow furrowed. "What?"

Caspian stepped forward, his presence swallowing the air. "You really believed I’d leave Hazel defenseless? That I’d just walk her out of the High House because this idiot," he gestured to O’Brien, "pitched some half-baked suggestion at the Council?"

The air crackled.

"We don’t lose. We either win—or we win"

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