Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Hell

~Caspian’s POV ~

The warmth in her eyes... it was gone. Completely.

She stood in the center of the room barefoot, blood-splattered, her hair wild like a storm cloud. Around her lay the torn bodies of wolves...my wolves.

And she had ended them, just like that. I stared at her, unable to breathe.

How did she get so strong? Is that even Hazel anymore? The questions tore through my chest like claws.

She turned to me, slowly. And then she smiled.

It wasn’t her usual smile...the one that melted my heart. No... this was cruel.

"I’ve never felt this good," she said, her voice light and airy, like she was commenting on the weather.

"Maybe those babies being taken away from me... was the right thing, you know?"

My heart dropped. What?

Then she laughed. Hard. She grabbed her stomach like someone had said the funniest thing.

"Hazel..." I stepped forward slowly, cautiously. "What’s wrong with you?"

"Nothing, Caspian," she said, grinning wider now. "It’s me. Hazel. I just... can’t feel anything anymore. And it’s wonderful."

I blinked, stunned.

"But you’re...you’re talking like—why would you say something like that? About your children?"

She tilted her head, amused. "Say what? That my babies were taken away from me? That maybe it’s for the best?"

I flinched. She took a step toward me, barefoot in blood, and I instinctively stepped back.

"Ever since I got pregnant, everyone’s been whispering. Judging. Telling me what to do, what not to do, how to act, what to feel. Everyone’s been telling me whole lots of stuff."

Her voice cracked on that last word, but she quickly composed herself, wiping her bloodied hand down her arm.

"It’s an abomination, right?" she sneered. "Isn’t that what they said?"

"Hazel—"

"Even Cyrius said it," she cut in, her eyes flashing gold for a brief second. "That I should fear those babies. That they would be the very things that destroy me. And maybe... just maybe... he was right."

"No. No, don’t do this," I pleaded. "You don’t mean any of this. You’re in pain. You’ve been through too much, Hazel...just let me help you. Please."

She turned away from me.

"No one can help me now," she whispered, and then her voice turned ice-cold. "But I can help myself."

I watched her clench her fists, blood dripping down her fingers like ink.

"My father... I’m going to kill him."

The way she said it...like a promise, a prophecy...sent a chill down my spine.

"I’ll rip him apart for what he did to me. For what he made me. For torturing me all these years, I’ll make him pay." Her chest rose and fell with ragged breaths.

"Hazel..." My voice cracked. "You’re not alone. You don’t have to become this to get justice. You don’t need to lose yourself to fight them."

She turned back to me. The smile had faded. Her face was blank. Empty.

"I already lost myself, Caspian. The moment they took my babies... the old Hazel died."

And then she walked past me. My mind was spinning, completely, utterly stunned.

That wasn’t my Hazel. It was her... but it wasn’t

Where once I felt her warmth, her fear, her pain...now there was only power. Raw, unfiltered, terrifying power.

I tried to stand, to run after her, but my legs buckled beneath me like snapped twigs. My wrist twisted again with sharp, biting pain as I slammed my head against the ground, growling through gritted teeth.

"Damn it..." I breathed. "What the hell did she do to me?"

She had just thrown me across the room. Caspian. Her husband. And she did it like I was nothing.

Bones cracked. Muscles screamed. It would take time for my wolf to heal, but that wasn’t what made my chest tighten. It was her. Hazel.

She had looked at me like I was a stranger. No...worse. Like I was something in her way.

"What...?" I whispered, struggling to sit up. "Did she just wolf out?" But the full moon isn’t even close.

And Hazel....Hazel wasn’t supposed to have a wolf. She had no scent, no connection to the Moon Goddess, no shifting history.

She was human. Then she became something like a witch fixing the dagger. And now this?

A hybrid? A witch? A werewolf? What the hell is Hazel

Not now.

Cayden. Covered in blood. Hands shaking. Eyes unreadable.

"You...you killed Ariel?"

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