Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers
Chapter 39: werewolf baby

Chapter 39: werewolf baby

**~ Caspian’s POV ~**

We had been trapped and I knew it. I should have guessed it sooner. I should never have trusted her. But there was a part of me, deep and stubborn, that wanted to know what Hazel truly was. That curiosity... that need... it’s what got us in trouble now.

The white lights surrounding the house began to glow, casting an eerie brilliance through the air. Hazel shrieked in panic, backing away, while Aurora narrowed her eyes and yelled, "Don’t worry! I’ll soon figure out what kind of spell this is—and I will be able to dispel it!"

Hazel nodded, trembling, visibly scared.

I turned to the witch and said coldly, "You’re aware you can’t kill me, right?"

She scoffed, almost amused.

I pointed up at the sky. The full moon was rising—high, powerful, commanding. I could already feel Nizen, my wolf, clawing inside me. I was a Beta of the Blue Moon Pack. One of the strongest in New Orleans. Even if she was the most powerful witch alive... she wouldn’t be able to take me down tonight.

She smirked. "That’s right. Full moon. And you’re a pack leader. I probably won’t be able to take you down..."

Then her eyes slithered over to Hazel. "...But what about your little, pretty mate—the pregnant maid beside you?"

She scoffed again, venom dripping from her words.

Aurora stepped forward, bristling. "I’m a witch. I protect her."

The other witch grinned cruelly. "Aren’t you Aurora? The traitor witch who turned her back on her own coven to side with mutts?" NovelFire

"My coven didn’t deserve me. They use nature’s power for wickedness."

"Really?" The witch’s voice dropped low, dangerous. "Because I could strip that power from you right now. Sever your ties to nature. I am more than capable. Hand over the child... and all of us walk away. Otherwise..."

She locked eyes with Hazel.

"Someone’s going to die for her."

Hazel’s voice dropped to a growl. "If you talk about my child again, I’ll rip your head off."

"Oh really?" the witch purred. "Come outside then. Come say that to my face."

Hazel lunged forward, but Aurora caught her arm. "What are you doing?" she hissed.

"I want to kill her," Hazel snarled.

And then too fast to react—the witch raised her hand, and Hazel was suddenly suspended in midair, clutching her throat, choking on nothing.

I snapped.

Nizen took over instantly, rage clouding my vision. I leapt to attack—but a shield exploded in front of me, slamming me backward.

"What the hell—"

"That’ll hold you for five minutes," the witch sneered. "Perfect timing to kill this little brat over here."

She tightened her fingers—and Hazel began vomiting blood in the air, her body convulsing in agony.

"I’ll take that child, even if it’s dead. I only need the power," she hissed.

With a flick of her wrist, Hazel’s body slammed against a tree. She crumpled to the ground, unmoving.

"Dead," the witch said, tossing her hand dismissively.

My howl tore through the air. I shattered the shield with a roar, lunged at her, and drove my claws across her throat. But—illusion. She vanished before I could land the final blow.

Behind me. I spun. Another illusion.

And then—there she was. Far off, cocky and sure. She didn’t realize I had been paying attention. I had learned her illusions.

I didn’t hesitate.

Real one.

I was on her before she could vanish. My claws sunk into her throat, her spell unraveling under the weight of my fury.

"How?" she choked. "How did you find the real me?"

"Werewolf instincts," I growled.

I tore her head clean off and hurled it into the shadows.

Then I rushed to Hazel’s side, but Aurora was already there.

Her face... pale. Too pale.

"She’s gone," Aurora whispered. "She’s no longer breathing."

"No. No, no—she can’t be—she’s not—" I was panicking. "Hazel can’t be dead."

"She’s not breathing. But I think the baby is still alive. I think the child is... doing something."

And then—Hazel coughed.

Her eyes shot open—red.

Bright, terrifying red. The same red as Cayden’s when Ragnar takes over.

Aurora staggered backward.

"What the hell...?" I said.

"Move back," Aurora warned, grabbing my arm and pulling me gently away.

Hazel kept coughing... and then all at once, her wounds began to heal—bones snapping back into place, bruises disappearing. Her red eyes faded back into her usual soft brown.

Hazel blinked. "What... what was that?"

"You weren’t breathing," Aurora shivered " How did you? Why is your eyes ..."

"What?"

Hazel sat up fast, clutching her stomach. "Aurora... it’s hot. I feel like I’m burning—"

She fell again.

"We need to leave," Aurora said immediately. "Now. This place is cursed."

I didn’t need convincing. I lifted Hazel in my arms, Aurora at my side, and we sped through the trees.

We were halfway back to the High House when Hazel started screaming.

She gripped her belly, crying out in agony.

Her eyes blazed red again. Claws burst from her fingers. Fur crept over her skin.

She shoved Aurora away before she could even react.

"Stay away from me!" Hazel screamed, tears streaking her cheeks.

She was shifting.

But that couldn’t be possible.

She didn’t have a wolf.

She had never shifted before.

But I could smell it... the same scent Cayden has when Ragnar takes over. That must be the child, I said aloud.

Aurora nodded. "We can’t stop it."

Suddenly, my body started to react too. Heat built under my skin. Bones cracking. My nose bled.

What was happening?

"I told you that child would be the death of you."

The voice slithered out of the shadows. I spun.

No.

No no no—I killed her.

I killed that witch.

"What is she still doing here?!" I shouted, eyes wide.

I tried to get up—but Aurora grabbed my hand. "Enough. I’ll handle her. Witch to witch."

Aurora stepped forward. "Why are you doing this? Let it go!"

"I’m doing nothing but rotting them from the inside. It’s the wolf that’s healing them."

"You’re wrong," Aurora snapped. "That’s the child. this power is coming from her baby."

The witch laughed coldly. "But it still hurts, doesn’t it?"

Hazel let out a feral growl. "I’ll kill you!"

"Oh, please," the witch mocked—and then turned to Aurora. "You want to take me down, traitor?"

"Versa," Aurora said.

The ground cracked open.

The earth obeyed her command.

Dark veins snaked across Aurora’s skin—black magic pulsing through her.

"You’re using dark magic?" the witch sneered.

Aurora lifted a wall of stone from the ground and hurled it.

The witch countered with a twisting tornado of wind.

They clashed—raw nature versus corrupted chaos. Spells flew, dirt and debris whirling in the air like a violent storm.

Then—something strange. I noticed it.

The ground in front of me... something was etching itself into the soil.

Letters. A word.

Necklace.

My eyes snapped up. Her necklace—it glowed against her skin.

I understood.

The witch was distracted—her hands locked on Aurora’s neck, laughing in victory.

I appeared behind her and ripped the necklace from her throat.

Her expression twisted in pain.

Aurora grabbed her face. "Die, you bitch."

"Versa," she spat.

Black veins exploded across the witch’s body.

She screamed—blood bursting from her mouth. NovelFire

"You....you can’t dark magic it’s forbidden"

"And I’m not bound by rules," Aurora whispered.

The witch melted.

Literally melted—her body dissolving into black goo on the ground.

Aurora started coughing up blood. I ran to her.

"You’re not okay—"

"I’ve used dark magic since I was a child. I’ll survive. This isn’t about me."

We turned.

Hazel had passed out again.

The pain had stopped.

I dropped to my knees beside her, holding her carefully.

"Let’s help her," I said, voice shaking.

"Cayden’s not going to be pleased," Aurora whispered.