Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers
Chapter 23: How is this possible?

Chapter 23: How is this possible?

~Caspain’s POV~

My body moved before I could even think. Hazel’s knees buckled beneath her, and I lunged forward instinctively, catching her just before she hit the ground. NovelFire

What happened to her?

She was perfectly fine just minutes ago—her face had held a forced calm, her posture straight. Yet now, she was limp in my arms, like a flame extinguished without warning.

I barely registered the harsh words spilling from her stepmother’s mouth. They were muffled, like I was underwater, my ears ringing with panic. Her younger sister let out a gut-wrenching cry, clutching a her dress. Her fists clenched around it in grief or disbelief.

But my world had narrowed.

I was completely fixated on Hazel.

My heart pounded violently in my chest. my eyes flicked toward Cayden. He stood there, relaxed, almost indifferent. His arm was draped around Natasha, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. He didn’t even flinch. Didn’t move.

And that was when something in me snapped.

"Get the pack healer!" I barked, my voice hoarse with panic. "She’s dying!"

Cayden’s gaze shifted toward me slowly, his face twisting into something cruel, something mocking.

"I told you, brother," he said with a shrug, "she’s not strong enough for this. Look at her—she’s already collapsing on your wedding day. Imagine what will happen tonight when you two... consummate. Will she survive that?"

He chuckled, and Natasha joined him with a shrill, echoing laugh.

My heart cracked.

Before I could react, Father had already called for the healer. Thank the goddess. The pack healer arrived swiftly, her assistant right behind her. I didn’t wait—I scooped Hazel up in my arms, her body barely stirring. Still, no one moved. Not a single soul.

Nobody cared.

Not even the ones who should.

The healer checked her pulse, her breath, her aura. Then her face turned grave. Too grave.

"She’s not breathing," she whispered.

My world stilled.

"What?" My voice shook, my hands trembled. "No. She was just fine. Just a minute ago she was fine."

The healer placed a hand on my shoulder. "We need to move her now. To my chamber. I need to examine her more thoroughly."

I nodded furiously. "Let’s go."

Still, no one offered to help. No one lifted a finger. It was just me, the healer, and her assistant carrying Hazel out of that cursed hall.

Ariel—bless her heart—tried to follow, but her mother gripped her wrist tightly and pulled her back, whispering something harsh in her ear.

I could’ve stopped it. As the Beta, I could’ve commanded the entire room. But I didn’t. My voice was lodged in my throat, my focus consumed by Hazel.

So this is what she’s been living with?

This loneliness? This cruelty?

What if I hadn’t been here? What would’ve happened then? Would they have left her on the floor, unconscious and struggling to breathe, until she simply never woke up?

The thought made my wolf stir with rage, clawing beneath my skin. I wanted to burn the hall to the ground.

But I held back.

I focused on Hazel.

When we reached the healer’s chamber—thank the gods it wasn’t far—I laid her gently on the table. The healer motioned for me to stay back. I didn’t want to leave her side, but I forced myself to obey.

Seconds crawled by. The door closed, and I stood frozen just outside. My entire being was anchored to that chamber door. My thoughts spiraled. What if she didn’t wake up? What if it was already too late?

Then, the door creaked open.

She stepped out alone.

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My heart stopped.

"Is she... is she dead?" I asked, barely able to breathe.

The healer’s expression was unreadable, but her eyes... they carried something heavy.

"What’s wrong with her?" I asked again, stepping closer. "Tell me."

She hesitated.

"I... I’d prefer to explain it in front of everyone," she said.

"No," I growled. "I’m commanding you. As the Beta of this pack. Speak now."

She met my eyes, unflinching. "I’m sorry, but I believe it’s more appropriate to say it in front of everyone. They all need to hear this."

I clenched my jaw but gave a sharp nod. "Then let’s go."

We returned to the hall.

Cayden’s eyes darted to us the moment we entered. He scanned behind me, expecting Hazel. When he didn’t see her, his expression faltered—just for a second. Disappointment. Worry. Maybe even fear. He masked it quickly, but I saw it.

He does care. Even if he pretends not to. Even if it kills him to admit she’s his mate.

The hall fell silent as we approached. I raised my hand and cleared my throat. "The healer has something to say. She asked that everyone be present."

All eyes turned toward her. She looked nervous, shifting from foot to foot. Then she straightened her spine and took a breath.

"I ran multiple checks," she said, voice steadying with each word. "I tested her pulse, her blood pressure, her energy signatures. I thought I was mistaken the first time. So I did it again. And again. And again."

She looked around the room.

"And I’m certain of it now," she said, her voice rising just enough to carry through the stunned silence. "Hazel is pregnant."

I couldn’t believe my ears.

Hazel is what?

How? When? How is this even possible?

Then it hit me...that day. That day she spent in Cayden’s room. The two of them must have had sex... before he got so high he bit her. But still how is that even possible?

Humans don’t get pregnant by werewolves. That’s what we’ve always known. It’s not supposed to happen.

But then again... Marcus had a child with a human once. Hazel. So there is a chance. It could happen. Still...?

Before I could gather my thoughts, Cayden’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.

"She must have." He scoffed. "Guess she’s not just weak. Not just a

Filth.She’s also a whore."

I turned sharply to look at him.

"She probably had sex with one of the guards one of the human guards or maybe she just got herself knocked up and, knowing her father would kill her for it, decided to pin it on us by making herself our mate." He laughed bitterly. "And you—you actually let the healer say this out loud. The most stupid nonsense I’ve ever heard."

My blood ran cold.

I faced him fully. "Are you out of your mind? How can you even say that?"

He wasn’t finished. His mouth twisted, full of venom. "Maybe the reason she came to my room and seduced me, Making me mark her and becoming both of our mates. I was just waiting for the day you’d finally open your eyes and realize what she really is. A fiflth. A liar. She even came into my room trying to seduce me. Right in front of Natasha. And now look—pregnant. And you’re still here defending her. Blinded."

His eyes narrowed.

"She’s pregnant. She’s a whore."