Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58: Let it go...

Hazel’s POV

My breath hitched when his gaze swept across Aurora, lying motionless on the floor, and he stepped right past her like she was nothing but a rug. No pause, no flinch. The second his full face came into view, a shiver bolted through my spine.

Oh my God.

He looked exactly like Caspian..but with Cayden’s dangerous aura woven into every sharp angle of his body. His hair was long, dark, cascading over his shoulders like Cayden’s, but his facial structure was unmistakably Caspian’s... just a more hardened, haunting version. He had Cayden’s eyes, the shape, the intensity but his brows were arched with a wicked tilt, and his jawline was so sharp it could cut steel.

No.

No damn way this is real.

He wasn’t just handsome—he was ethereal. A sinful blend of every intoxicating thing about the Salvatore brothers, laced with perfection: goosebumps prickled over my skin as the air between us grew heavy.

And his eyes those glowing, electric yellow eyes were locked on me.

"Cy... Cyrius?" I stammered. My throat tightened.

How?

I saw that dagger in his chest. I saw it.

I clutched my babies tighter in my arms as he approached. Slowly. Unbothered. Like he had all the time in the world.

"You know about me..." he murmured, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Can’t believe they told you. That’s... nice."

His voice...God...it was Caspian’s smoothness laced with Cayden’s razor. Familiar but wrong in every way.

His fingers reached forward and gently traced the side of my face, feather-light. My skin recoiled on instinct, but his touch was oddly... reverent. His golden eyes searched mine, full of something I couldn’t name.

"Hello, mate," he whispered, and his voice sent a jolt down my spine. "I’m sorry we had to meet like this."

His features twisted for a second in barely restrained rage—then just as quickly melted into a soft, almost boyish smile. A dimple dipped into his cheek.

"Damn," he breathed, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear, "you are beautiful."

His fingertips brushed my lips.

Then both my babies let out a soft wail, and he immediately jerked back. His gaze snapped to them, pupils narrowing. Something unreadable flashed through his eyes.

And then, silence. They stopped crying the moment he stepped away.

His stare stayed on them.

"Which is the father?" he asked.

I said nothing. My arms tightened around my children.

"This one," he said, nodding at my daughter, "has Cayden’s face. This one..." he gestured to my son "has his eyes."

He gave a short, bitter laugh. "So... both are his."

I flinched as his expression darkened.

"Giving birth to that bastard’s spawn might be the most foolish mistake you’ll ever make," he sneered.

"Don’t talk about my children like that!" I snapped, my voice slicing through the thick air.

He blinked in mild surprise. Then chuckled. Running his finger through his hair like Cayden always did. I flinched at the familiarity.

"Oh, mate... don’t be scared of me," he said softly. "I’m not the one you should fear. It’s those creatures you’re holding."

"They’re not monsters like him!" I screamed, fury ripping out of me.

Something broke in his expression—something vulnerable, just for a second.

"’Like him?’" he echoed, the words hanging in the air. "So... you do know what he is. The kind of monster who would kill his brother in a heartbeat."

His voice shook, twisted with something raw and bleeding...anger barely hiding the depth of pain beneath it.

I raised my voice again. "Get out! Caspian will kill you if he finds out you’re here!"

At that, he stopped breathing for a second. His yellow eyes flickered, and then he laughed bitterly.

"Ow... don’t say that name in front of me, mate," he said coldly. "So Caspian knows. Of course he does. For you to know about me, it means he must have told you."

He stepped back then, his face changed.. not in anger this time but a softer expression.

"For him to side with Cayden again... of course he did," he whispered.

He let out a dry, humorless laugh.

"Triplets, huh? What a f*cking joke."

And then he stopped.

The laughter in his throat died like a flame snuffed out. His eyes, still glowing like the heart of a wildfire, locked back on mine. That smirk of his tilted again—lazy, haunting, too calm.

"Pardon," he said softly. "Where are my manners?"

What?

"I didn’t even ask your name," he continued, voice smooth as silk but edged with steel. "I can’t keep calling you mate, now can I?"

I flinched, pulling my babies closer to my chest. My heart thudded, uneven and violent. Why ask that now? Why even pretend to care?

"Why are you even here?" I snapped, voice trembling.

He tilted his head. "I asked for your name, gorgeous. It’s only fair, isn’t it? You know mine. What’s my beautiful mate’s name?"

My throat went dry. I didn’t want to tell him. I didn’t want to give him anything. But something in me—fear, instinct, something primal—answered anyway.

"...Hazel."

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