Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers
Chapter 24: Far gone...

Chapter 24: Far gone...

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~Caspain’s POV~

Cayden kept spitting out nonsense as I shoved him back, his words cutting into me like a thousand silver blades. I refused to believe it. No. This couldn’t be true. She wasn’t what he said. She’s not a whore. She’s my mate. She’s now my wife. She deserves at the very least....an ounce of doubt.

I turned to look at her, my heart in my throat. Hazel lay there on the cold marble floor, barely conscious, her pale face damp with sweat. Her breathing was shallow, but it was steadying—thank the Goddess.

She’s pregnant.

I could feel it. My wolf could sense it. But for who?

"I tried to warn you, Beta Caspian," came that nauseating voice. Sophia. Her tone dripped with faux sympathy as she slithered closer, her hands creeping up to rest on my shoulders. "Hazel is disgusting. I told you to come to me," she purred, her lips brushing against my ear like venom. "It’s not too late to let her go... You can divorce her right here." Correct content is on NovelFire.

She smirked, and her father chimed in eagerly, clearly waiting for the moment to pounce. "I can sign the divorce paper right here on her behalf, since she’s my daughter."

I blinked at both of them in disbelief, my rage bubbling to the surface. How dare they? How dare they even speak of her like this, especially in her vulnerable state?

I shoved Sophia off me with more force than necessary, and she stumbled back in her heels, her eyes widening in shock. "Even if she’s pregnant with another man’s child even if that man is a human, I just said my vows to her. I vowed to protect her. And I will."

My voice dropped into a dangerous growl, filled with power and threat. "No one will speak another terrible word about my wife... or I’ll behead you where you stand."

I turned my head slightly toward Cayden. "And you’d better do the same."

Without waiting for a reply, I crouched low, gently lifting Hazel into my arms, cradling her like something fragile and priceless. She didn’t stir, just whimpered softly. I carried her through the crowd.

The healer trailed behind as I brought her straight to my chambers.

....

The moment the healer emerged from the room, I didn’t waste a second—I rushed in. My heart thundered in my chest, louder than my steps.

Hazel sat up weakly on the bed, her frame trembling. She looked so small—so breakable. Her eyes flicked around the room, disoriented, like she was still catching up with reality. She looked at me, her expression raw with confusion and fear.

"Why am I here?" she whispered, voice hoarse. "I thought... I was supposed to be at the aisle..."

I took a deep breath and sat beside her, gently reaching for her hand. She flinched at first, but after a long pause, she let me hold it. Her fingers were cold, but I held them tighter, grounding her.

"How are you?" I asked softly, trying to keep my voice gentle. I didn’t want to scare her. Goddess knows she’s been through enough.

She gave a weak nod. "What happened?"

"Look," I said slowly, my stomach twisting, "I’ll need you to answer some questions."

She nodded again, a frown forming between her brows. Her curiosity was innocent... but my questions were anything but.

"Have you had sex with anyone recently?"

Her brows shot up, a look of utter confusion taking over. "Uhm... yeah, with... you...r..." she stammered.

I squeezed her hand tighter, trying to keep her steady.

"...Cayden," she finally said, her voice small, almost like it hurt to say it.

I felt the world tilt.

I knew it. That bastard. He was the father. View the correct content at NovelFire)

"Are you sure?" I asked again, needing to be absolutely certain. "No one else?"

She looked at me like I’d grown a second head. "No. Why are you asking me this?"

I drew in a long breath. I couldn’t believe this was about to come from my mouth. "Hazel... I need you to stay calm. This is... big."

Her eyes darted to mine. Worry flickered in them. "Is something wrong?" she asked, voice trembling. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything’s... okay," I lied. "It’s just... Hazel, you’re pregnant."

Silence. Time slowed.

She blinked at me once. Twice. Her chest stopped moving.

Then

She laughed. It was a hollow, disbelieving sound, almost hysterical. "Are you joking? Is this a prank? You can’t be serious. I haven’t slept with" her words trailed off, her breath catching.

"Cayden," she whispered, like it physically hurt to say his name again. "No... no. This is not possible. Humans can’t"

"It’s possible, Hazel," I interrupted softly. "Your father had you with a human. And... I don’t think you’re human to begin with."

I saw the fight leave her body as she crumbled.

"It’s fine," I continued, brushing her hair behind her ear. "No one will harm you. All is good."

Another lie.

Because nothing was good. Not really. Cayden couldn’t be the father of her first child. It should’ve been me. I would’ve cherished her, raised the child like a legacy—not a scandal. But now? I would still raise this child like it’s my own. I’d promised her protection, and I wouldn’t back down.

Hazel suddenly bolted from the bed, her legs wobbling beneath her.

I caught her before she fell, but she shoved me back with what little strength she had. "No! Stay away from me! When will I be happy? When will I be free?!"

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she broke down right in front of me.

"All my life...all my damn life..I’ve been punished and lived a horrible life. And now I’m pregnant... for a man who hates me? A man who couldn’t even stand my presence?! Why?!"

She kept throwing the questions out like daggers, like maybe if she said them out loud, she’d find an answer.

I pulled her into me, wrapped my arms around her tightly, burying her sobbing face into my chest. She clung to me for a second before her hands went limp.

"I’ll kill myself..." she sobbed. "I’ll end it all. I can’t bring my child into this. I can’t let them live the same hell I’ve lived."

"What are you saying?!" I pulled back, stunned. "You want to kill yourself?!"

She pushed me away, eyes wild. "Leave me!" She glanced around, looking for anything—anything—she could use.

My wolf snapped forward in panic.

I grabbed her before she could act, forcing her back onto the bed. She struggled beneath me, but I held her firmly and pressed my hand to her neck gently, triggering her body to drift into sleep.

Her breathing steadied. Her muscles relaxed.

I stood over her, my own hands shaking.

I understood her.

Her pain. Her rage. Her despair.

Everything.

And Nizen growled low inside me—so loud it echoed through my soul.

CAYDEN

I stormed down to the the ceremonial hall was still bustling with energy—packs were mingling, alphas were chatting like nothing had happened.

And there he was.

Cayden.

Standing there with a wine glass in his hand, relaxed and carefree. Talking to the other alphas like his own damn mate didn’t just collapse moments ago. Like he didn’t just ruin her. Like he wasn’t the reason her life was unraveling. My fists clenched before I even realized it.

He looked too calm. Too smug. Too... detached.

And now that I knew—he was the one who’d gotten her pregnant, and now had the audacity to deny her? Pretend like she was nothing? Like the child growing in her meant nothing?

I couldn’t stop myself.

I charged straight at him and shoved him hard against the nearest wall. The glass in his hand spilled red wine all over his shirt, but I didn’t care. My hand shot up, gripping his throat tightly. His eyes went wide with surprise, but he tried to push back—tried to overpower me. But my wolf was too far gone. I was too far gone.

Things between us had already been tense. Barely held together by duty and blood. I had tried—damn hard—to stay loyal. To not challenge him. I kept the truth about Cyrius to myself, for his sake. I kept my mouth shut about his recklessness. About how he spiraled after Hazel.

But this?

This was unforgivable.

Rejecting his own mate, then mating her anyway, impregnating her, and now denying her?

No. I wasn’t letting that slide.

I tightened my grip on his neck as his hand tried to claw at mine. I could hear people shouting behind me, gasping, calling for help but it didn’t matter. My blood boiled with every breath he took like he hadn’t destroyed someone.

Then I punched him.

One. Two. Three times—right in the face.

His nose split, bleeding immediately. His head knocked back against the wall, and for a second, I thought he’d go down. But Cayden growled, tapping into that Alpha strength, and with a sudden burst of force, he shoved me off him. We stumbled, but I caught myself.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he roared.

By then, a crowd had fully formed. Alphas, Betas, pack members. All of them watching as two of their highest-ranking wolves went at each other like ferals.

"You!" I shouted, pointing at him, my voice cracking from the sheer weight of betrayal. "You impregnated my wife!"

His jaw clenched. "Shut up."

"You impregnated her!"

He lifted a hand as if to defend himself, his voice bitter. "You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about—"

"She was the only one she had sex with !" I shouted back, stepping closer. "And that makes sense! You impregnated her!"

Then he laughed.

A cruel, ugly sound that ripped through my last string of patience.

"Is that what she told you?" he mocked. "That whore? That liar?"

My vision blurred. The sound of glass shattering echoed through the room as I flung the nearest wine glass at his face in a blind rage.

He caught it.

And without hesitation, he flung it back at me.

The edge sliced across my temple, and warm blood trickled down the side of my face. The sting didn’t compare to the ache in my chest.

"What is this, brother?" Cayden sneered, his voice low and sharp. "Why are you suddenly going against me... just because of a damn girl?"

"She’s not just a girl!" I roared.

"She’s human, Caspian!" he shouted back. "Don’t let that fifth-girl nonsense come between us. Are you out of your senses?!"

I froze.

My fists clenched at my sides. My breathing ragged. My heart... broken.

Because he meant it.

Because this wasn’t just rage. This wasn’t temporary. He truly believed she didn’t matter. That Hazel—his own mate—was disposable.

"I’ve lost you..." I whispered.

My voice cracked, and for a moment, the room went quiet.

"I’ve really lost you."

Cayden stood across from me, his lip bleeding, his shirt stained, his eyes still blazing—but hollow. There was nothing in them. No remorse. No brotherhood. No honor.

"My brother is hopeless," I said, stepping back. "My brother is..."

I looked at him one last time.

"...far gone."