Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers
Chapter 42: Go gentle

Chapter 42: Go gentle

*~Hazel’s POV~*

I felt something I hadn’t felt before.

An unfamiliar feeling stirred inside me, dragging me from sleep. My eyes fluttered open slowly, and the room welcomed me with a breeze that hadn’t been there before.

A gust of wind... and a scent.

The smell had changed.

It wasn’t the usual warmth of Caspian’s cologne that lingered in my space like comfort. No, this was something more

Strong and smelled like forest trees

I sat up, my sheets pooling around my waist. My heart was already racing before I even saw it—the picture frame next to me on the bed. Ariel must have left it.

It was her. My mother.

I reached out with trembling fingers, brushing the glass surface like it could somehow let me touch her. See her again. Even just once. Hold her hand. Know what it feels like to have a mother.

My chest tightened.

Then, a wave of dizziness hit me hard. I grabbed my head, blinking fast.

Why am I so weak? Yesterday, I was strong. Yesterday, I felt... different. Especially after everything that happened during the full moon.

And now?

Now I felt like something had been drained from me.

The door creaked open.

Aurora stepped in quietly, holding a cup of tea. Her green eyes scanned me like a nurse, like a sister. Like someone who knew.

"Cayden is coming," she said softly. "You need this."

She handed over the tea just as he barged into the room.

And there he was.

Alpha Cayden, storming in like a hurricane—tension in every line of his body, his eyes locking onto mine with fire.

"Aurora, leave."

She didn’t argue. She just glanced at me and stepped out silently. The door clicked shut behind her, and the room felt colder.

"What were you thinking, Hazel?" His voice thundered across the room. "What the hell do you think you’re doing? Going around risking your life and risking my child’s life?"

My jaw clenched, but he didn’t stop.

"I don’t give a fuck if you run out there and get yourself killed," he growled. "But you are carrying my child. You can’t just make reckless decisions like this. You went to visit a witch based on a dream, Hazel? Because of what? What were you looking for? Can’t you think?"

"I’m sorry," I snapped back. "I needed clarity. I just— I needed to know something."

"And you couldn’t inform me? You couldn’t tell me—as the father of the child?"

I threw the covers off and stood, even though my limbs trembled and my body ached. My will was stronger than the weakness inside me.

"Oh," I hissed, "now you’re the father? Pardon me—I must’ve missed the memo. Because last I checked, this same father tried to kill the child inside me the second he found out I was pregnant."

His hair swung across his face as he stepped closer, his voice quieter now. "I wasn’t prepared then."

"And what, you’re prepared now?" I scoffed, tears burning behind my eyes. "No, Cayden. You failed that night. You called this child illegitimate. You gave me a punishment that nearly killed me and the baby. So no—you don’t get to walk in here and play ’father of the year.’" View the correct content at NovelFire

He stepped forward, his red eyes darkening, almost glowing. His hands gripped mine—firm, trembling, desperate. There was a growl low in his throat.

But beneath the fury... I saw something else.

Fear.

Real, raw fear.

He swallowed hard.

"From now on," he said, voice low and commanding, "you don’t do anything without telling me. Or Caspian. No—damn it, not even Caspian. Only me. I can’t believe he even followed you. What were you both thinking? What if you hadn’t made it out alive? What if I lost you? Have you even thought about what that would’ve done to me?"

I stared at him.

"I need to rest," I said quietly. "And now, I’d like you to leave."

He hesitated. His eyes searched mine, as if he wanted to say more. But then he turned—until the door opened again.

Caspian stepped in.

Cayden reached for the handle to leave and placed a gentle hand on Caspian.

"She needs to rest," Cayden said firmly.

But I raised my voice.

"No," I said, gaze locked on Cayden. "Caspian can enter. You can leave."

Cayden froze. Something tweaked in his eyes.

His head tilted slightly, confusion flickering in his eyes. "I thought you said you needed rest."

"I do," I replied, sweetly venomous. "But Caspian will help me rest a lot better. Thank you, Alpha. You can go."

His expression darkened. Something inside him flickered. Then he turned toward Caspian.

Caspian avoided his gaze, stepping past him without a word.

Cayden left but with a dark aura that swallowed us and silence fell.

Caspian closed the door gently, then glanced at me with a crooked smile.

"Seems to be a good day for you," he murmured. "I thought he was going to tear the whole room apart, but everything’s still intact."

"Except my arm," I muttered with a hiss.

His eyes dropped to my hand, widening. "Did he hurt you?"

"No," I said quickly. "He didn’t. Not like that. It’s just—can you believe he was worried?"

Caspian walked to me and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I can. I can believe it," he said. "He was scared. Scared. He might not know how to show it, but I know him. And I know what fear looks like in his eyes."

I leaned back against the headboard.

"We shouldn’t do anything like that again," I said softly. "What we did last night—it was dangerous. For all of us. And who told him he gets to act like a responsible father now?"

Caspian nodded slowly, his gaze still on my hand. "You started wrong. Both of you. But... he was worried. And whatever happens next, I know one thing for sure—he won’t let it happen again."

"How’s our little pup doing?"

Caspian’s voice was soft, careful—an instant distraction. He must’ve sensed my discomfort because his gaze dropped gently to my stomach as he reached out and touched it.

"Our little pup," he whispered again, smiling as his thumb rubbed slow circles over the swell. "Already performing wonders, even from inside the womb. What happened yesterday... it was powerful, miraculous."

I watched the warmth grow in his eyes.

"I can’t wait to see what this baby becomes," he said. "Stronger than Cayden, I’m sure of it. The Blue Moon Pack will be blessed to have an Alpha like this child."

He paused, then chuckled.

"And what if it’s a girl?"

My smile widened as I laughed softly. "Ariel wishes it’s a girl."

"Well," he smirked, "then we’ll have the first female Alpha. Let’s see the elders choke on that."

We both laughed, a much-needed release. But the laughter faded when something pulled heavy in my chest. I reached out and touched his hand, grounding myself.

"Caspian..."

He stilled.

"I know I’m not supposed to ask. But... is Cyrius alive?"

His expression shifted instantly. His eyes blinked like he was trying to process if I’d truly said it.

"What are you talking about?" he asked. "Cyrius?"

I leaned forward, my fingers clutching his. "Is he alive? And is it... is it the man in the casket? The one hidden beneath the High House?"

His hand flew to my mouth in panic. He looked around the room, paranoid even though the door was closed.

"Don’t say that aloud," he whispered harshly. "You can’t just ask that."

"I already know, Caspian," I said softly. "That night the attackers came, Aurora and I—we were running. We ducked into that room... and we saw him."

His shoulders tensed. "You and Aurora? Alone?"

"Yes. No one else was there."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "He’s alive. But Hazel, promise me—swear to me—you won’t speak of this to a soul. No one can know."

"I just needed the truth. I already saw him... I just needed light. You, Caspian. You’re the only one I trust to shed that light."

He swallowed hard, his fingers twitching in mine. "You’re asking a lot, Darling."

"I know but I’m the mate to the triplet brothers, The least I deserve is the truth about the one you buried."

He sighed again. The silence stretched before he finally spoke.

"He became a rogue. And Cayden... Cayden daggered him. That’s why he’s down there. Frozen, until we figure out what to do. That’s all I can say."

His voice dropped lower, grave.

"And please, Hazel—don’t go near that coffin again. Cyrius waking up? It would be the worst thing that could happen. We’re already overwhelmed. With the witches. With your pregnancy. With you. We don’t need Cyrius thrown into the chaos too."

His voice softened. "Please, darling."

I nodded, letting it sink in. Silence reigned for a little while. Then he looked at me again, his expression shifting into something warmer, almost amused.

"Do you mean it?"

"Mean what?" I asked, sipping the tea Aurora brought earlier.

"What you said... when Cayden was here. That I help you rest better."

I gave a small smile and placed the cup down. "Yes. Your presence comforts me more than I can explain."

He beamed at that.

"I think I’d rather sleep with you singing me a lullaby," I teased.

He chuckled, full of pride. "The Beta of Blue Moon singing lullabies... that would be a first."

I laughed, but his voice dropped into something more intimate.

"I’d do anything for you," he murmured. "Sing you lullabies, brush your hair, bathe you, give you anything you want."

"I only need one thing tonight," I whispered, voice barely audible.

His brows lifted, curious.

"Comfort."

But the way he looked at me... oh, he heard something else entirely.

His hand moved to my neck, his fingers warm and slow.

"Careful with your words, darling," he breathed. "Comfort doesn’t always mean rest. Sometimes... it means pleasure in my book."

Something inside me shifted at his tone. That familiar ache returned. The last time I felt it was in Cayden’s room—when everything went wrong, when I tried to reject him and he ruined me with his touch.

But this felt... different.

Gentle. More controlled

And somehow, still just as dangerous.

"Well," I smirked, "pleasure and comfort go hand in hand for me."

I rose slowly from the bed, unsure if it was the pregnancy, hormones, or just the loneliness that gripped me. I turned my back to him, pretending to fix my hair—but my gown clung to my skin, slightly tangled.

He stood behind me in silence, then reached to help.

His fingers moved slowly down my back, carefully unzipping the gown. His touch grazed my spine—soft, reverent. He gathered my hair into one hand, lifting it off my neck.

Then his lips brushed the skin there.

Damn!

His tongue followed, drawing circles across the most sensitive place on my body. Goosebumps rose instantly. My knees nearly buckled.

His mouth was nothing like Cayden’s. Not rough. Not angry. It was tender. Savoring.

I turned, meeting his lips with mine, my hands sliding over his shoulders. One by one, I helped him out of his shirt, savoring every exposed inch of skin.

He bent to kiss me again, this time trailing lower—down my collarbone, to the edge of my bra.

In one swift motion, it was gone.

I pushed him gently onto the bed, my own gown falling away to reveal everything.

His blue eyes darkened. His fangs peeked through.

He wanted more. His lust crowding the room.

So did I.

But then... he hesitated.

"Hazel..." he breathed. "You’re pregnant. You’re still healing. Let’s not do this."

I crawled onto the bed slowly, straddling him.

"Shhh," I whispered, placing a finger against his lips. His hair fell over his face, his blue eyes gleaming with sharp, heated hunger.

But my gaze dropped lower.

God. He was huge!

The bulge in his trousers? Competing with the size of my arm.

I bit my lip.

"Then go gentle..."