Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers
Chapter 51: A damn witch!

Chapter 51: A damn witch!

*~Hazel’s POV~*

Earlier that day....

"There is a way," Cayden whispered in my ear.

My face lit up instantly. "What? What do you mean?"

"Don’t worry," he said, his voice low and serious. "I have a plan. O’Brien is with Dahlia. I can feel it. He’s working with her, and that’s why he wants us to send you away. But I’ve come up with something. It might not work it’s risky—but at this point, I’m willing to take any chance."

My heart pounded. "Why do you think he’s working with Dahlia?"

"There’s no way he would have had access to the witch’s herbs unless it was for Aurora," Cayden said. "And even then... something’s not right. So I cracked my head trying to figure it out."

"So what’s the plan?" I asked. "I can’t leave, Cayden. I won’t."

"I know," he said. "That’s why I’m thinking what if we use a cloaking spell? We could create a clone of you and send that instead. As for Aurora, she can handle herself."

"You want to send a fake version of me?" I frowned, thinking it through.

"Exactly. We cast a cloaking spell on you so they can’t detect your real location. Meanwhile, the clone will distract them. I’ll stay close. All we need is for them to drop their guard. Then we strike."

"That plan won’t work," a voice cut in behind us.

We both turned. Aurora stood there, already packed and dressed, her bag slung over one shoulder. She walked closer, her eyes serious.

"What are you doing here?" Cayden asked.

"That plan," she said, "even if it buys a little time, they’ll realize too quickly. And what about me? You think they won’t expect me to be involved? Besides, they won’t drop their guard over something that small."

"Small plan, you say?" Cayden snapped.

Aurora held up a hand. "Relax. I have a better one."

She took a breath, then continued, her voice almost trembling with intensity. "There’s a power no witch should ever lay their hands on. It’s not just dark magic—it’s older, more dangerous. A power that can rot a witch from the inside, burn them alive from within their very bones."

My eyes widened. "What are you talking about?"

"If I can channel that power to create a clone of Hazel, we can bait Dahlia. She wants the power. She thinks the child Hazel carries is the source of it. So we let her think that."

"And then what?" Cayden asked.

"She absorbs the dark magic," Aurora said, her voice cold now. "Thinking it’s the child. But it’s not. And then—boom. She’s gone. Destroyed from within."

"What about O’Brien?" I asked.

"That’s the best part," she smirked. "The remnants of that same magic—I can use them to create new wolves under our control. If O’Brien tries to mark or convert them, even touches them with his mouth, he’ll decay instantly."

Cayden exhaled slowly, then nodded. "Good... then let’s proceed."

And to our shock, the plan actually worked.

PRESENT..

I couldn’t believe it. The plan actually worked. Dahlia and O’Brien’s bodies were decaying right in front of us.

But instead of celebration, there was only cold, dead silence.

Cayden had already run off toward the High House, while Caspian grabbed me by the waist.

"We need to leave. Now."

"Leave?" I asked, stunned.

"Yes," he said urgently. "Cyrius is awake. She she awakened him. And Cayden said he saw O’Brien in the room where Cyrius is."

My blood ran cold. "This is bad."

Without another word, Caspian lifted me into his arms—and in one swift moment, We moved

In immediate speed, we rushed to the High House. To my surprise, it was still intact. The walls weren’t caved in or upside down, like I had feared. Everything looked... normal. Too normal.

Then Cayden came out. His expression was calm—too calm. He wasn’t raging like he usually does when something’s wrong.

"Is he awake?" Caspian demanded, dropping me to the floor as he moved forward.

"He’s not awake," Cayden replied. "But the dagger in him is missing. We need Aurora to make another one immediately. Someone entered, pulled the dagger, and now the door—and the coffin—are open."

"Call Aurora. We need her now!" I said.

"But who could have done it?" Caspian asked, panic seeping into his voice. "O’Brien must’ve known about Cyrius. I told you."

"O’Brien is with Dahlia out there!" I shouted. "He was there!"

"Then someone else must’ve pulled the dagger," Cayden growled. "Only Mom, Dad, and Natasha are here—and none of them are even inside the High House. No one is."

"We’ll worry about them later," Cayden snapped. "Right now, we need to find a way to make another dagger and put it back in him before he wakes up."

He turned to Caspian, voice dropping. "Because if he wakes up, you know damn well what’s going to happen."

"Where is Aurora?" I asked, heart racing.

Just then, Aurora walked in, Leon trailing behind her like her personal assistant. She playfully let him go and stepped forward.

"Thank goodness you’re here," I said quickly. "The dagger inside Cyrius is gone. We need a new one."

"What?" Leon gasped. "Cyrius is alive? Dahlia was right?"

He turned to Cayden, then to Caspian, and finally to me. His face dropped. "She knew," he said quietly, eyes shifting to Aurora. "And I didn’t?"

He turned to Aurora. "Did you know?"

Aurora avoided his gaze, saying nothing.

"You all kept this from me? From the entire council?" Leon’s voice rose. "I’m the Gamma of this pack. I deserve to know if Cyrius is alive. And you all just hid it?"

"Enough," Cayden’s voice thundered through the room.

"If it was something the entire pack needed to know, you would have known," he growled. "I kept it from everyone for a reason. Not even my own mother or father know."

He was about to say more when Caspian growled, "Leon!"

Leon flinched.

Then Cayden turned to Aurora again. "We need to make another dagger."

"I don’t know how to," Aurora said, her voice suddenly small.

"Don’t worry. There’s a grimoire—the one used when the first dagger was created. I have it. I’ll give it to you. You just need to follow the instructions and make a new one."

"Cayden," she said softly—calling him by his name, not "Alpha" like she usually does. "I don’t think I can."

"Recovering? From what?" Cayden snapped. "Aurora, I don’t think you understand how dangerous this is. We need that dagger. And you’re the only witch who can help."

"I said I can’t!" she fired back. "If I could, I would’ve. But I just tapped into a dark magic that no witch should ever touch. I didn’t absorb it, but I toyed with it. It’s eating at me. I can barely stand. I don’t think I can cast anything right now."

"Well, you don’t seem to be trying hard enough," Cayden shouted.

"I understand this is urgent, but I can’t," she repeated.

Leon stepped forward. "Alpha, she said she can’t."

Cayden ignored him.

Leon raised his voice. "She said she can’t. We need to care about her too. Her body’s decaying. She needs rest."

"Care about who?" Cayden snapped. "The only thing I care about now is the dagger not a damn witch!"

Aurora’s face darkened. "All my life, I’ve sacrificed everything for this pack. I betrayed my own kind. I worked beside you all—even when some of you growled at me like I didn’t belong. I’ve never been fully accepted, but I still gave everything. And now you—you—"

"You what?" Cayden cut her off. "I gave you a roof over your head in the High House. I made sure none of my wolves touched you despite what you are. And now, when I need one damn thing from you, you’re suddenly falling apart?"

"I would help, but I can’t!" Aurora screamed. "My magic is off. My powers are unstable."

"We don’t need them to be perfect," Cayden snapped. "We just need a dagger."

"I can’t!" she screamed.

"Then you will!" he roared.

"I SAID I CAN’T!"

Their voices collided like thunder.

Leon didn’t wait. He swept Aurora into his arms and sped out of the room.

Caspian made to follow, but I grabbed his arm.

"Wait—look." I pointed to the floor.

There was blood where Aurora had been standing.

Caspian’s eyes widened. "She’s not okay..."

He trailed off, and then we heard a sudden noise outside. The rest of the wolves were arriving—straight from the battlefield.

Caspian rushed to the High House doors and locked them. "No one else comes in. Not now. We need to fix Cyrius before anything else."

He darted into the inner room, and I followed close behind.

When we entered, Cayden was already there, standing over the coffin. His hand rubbed his ear, anxiety laced through every breath.

I moved closer to look inside.

Cyrius’s body was no longer veiny and pale. The blackened skin had faded. His flesh looked... fresh. Too fresh.

A tiny hole remained on his stomach where the dagger used to be.

The dagger was gone.

His body was awakening.

Cayden shivered. "This must not happen. We need to fix this. We need a new dagger now."

He turned, eyes wild.

"There’s no damn witch here who can help us. That damn Aurora..."

His voice cracked.

"We need to do something. He must not wake up. You call me a monster, right?" he turned to me. "Well, this one’s worse. Far worse. You do not want to meet Cyrius."

Caspian took a deep breath, calming himself.

"When we fix this, he won’t wake up," he said.

"We’ve got less than thirty minutes," Cayden snapped. "If we don’t get another dagger into his chest, something very bad is going to happen."

He looked at us, jaw clenched. Correct content is on NovelFire.

"We need a damn witch. Now."