Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers
Chapter 54: Betrayal

Chapter 54: Betrayal

Author’s POV

In a dimly lit room deep in an unknown place, two figures sat bound to wooden chairs—hands tied, mouths gagged, heads cloaked in dark cloth. They writhed gently, muffled groans echoing off the stone walls, struggling against restraints that refused to budge. Their hands hurting.

The silence was broken by the slow creak of a door opening.

A figure entered—holding nothing but a flickering candle. The flame danced ominously in the gloom as the person approached. With a slow, deliberate motion, they tore the hoods off the two prisoners.

Revealed beneath were Sir Claus, former Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, and Anna, his mate...the once-respected Luna. Their eyes widened in disbelief. Breath caught in their throats. But it wasn’t the room that stunned them.

It was the man standing before them—candlelight casting shadows over his twisted grin.

Marcus.

Their former Beta.

He stood in front of them, gun in hand, smirking like a man who’d been waiting for this moment all his life.

"So," Marcus drawled, tilting his head. "This is fun, isn’t it? I honestly can’t wait to see what your precious sons do when they realize mommy and daddy are being held... as a trade."

His eyes darkened. "You better pray they hand over that child—alive and healthy."

"Marcus!" Claus thundered, straining against his bindings. "What are you doing? Don’t tell me you’re working with Dahlia. Don’t tell me she’s behind this!"

"Shhhh," Marcus hissed, stepping forward.

He pressed a finger to Claus’s lips mockingly, then tightened his grip around his throat, cutting off his breath for a second. "Of course I’m not working with Dahlia. That witch is gone. Dead. I’m working for me now."

He smirked as he leaned closer.

"With her out of the way, I’m the one in charge. And that child your son’s mate is carrying? That child is the key to everything. Witches want her, wolves fear her... and I want her."

Anna shook her head in disbelief. "You’re a werewolf, Marcus. You were our Beta! You protected us!"

Marcus chuckled, dark and bitter.

"I may not be a witch," he said, pacing. "But I know power when I smell it. And whatever is growing inside that girl? It’s more powerful than anything this pack has ever seen. If I get my hands on that child, I can bargain with the witches. Buy loyalty. Rewrite every rule this pack ever stood for."

"You’re insane," Claus spat.

Marcus leaned into his face, voice dropping into a hiss. "And you’re a fool. All those years I served under you, watched you parade your golden sons around like gods, while I stayed in the shadows? I hated every second. Being your Beta was the worst Chapter of my life. And now I’ll take pleasure in watching your legacy burn."

Claus lunged forward, but his restraints held him tight.

"You think I’ll stop at betrayal?" Marcus growled. "No. I want your sons broken. I want Cayden to see your head roll before he hands me that child."

The sound of the door opening interrupted the moment. NovelFire

Another figure entered.

Draped in a long ceremonial gown, wearing silver chokers and trailing shadows behind them...Natasha, followed by her two sisters, Sophia and Lillian, and behind them, to everyone’s shock... Selene, their stepmother.

Anna’s mouth dropped. "You. You... traitor!"

She tried to rise from her chair, but the ropes cut into her wrists.

"I fought for you," Anna snarled. "I defended you when others doubted you. I made sure my son married you...made sure you were honored even the way you were not their mates. And this is how you repay me?"

Natasha scoffed.

"You didn’t fight hard enough," she said flatly. "You gave me no ring, not a title. You left me in the shadows while your pack chanted Hazel’s name. It was always Hazel this, Hazel that—and I was left standing there like I was nothing."

Anna’s eyes filled with pain. "You were my daughter-in-law."

"I was your mistress-in law," Natasha snapped. "But not anymore. If my father gets that child... if he gets the power he’s chasing... then so be it. At least then, I’ll have what I deserve."

She smiled coldly. "I’ll have Cayden. And when I do, I’ll chain him to me. Caspian? He’ll go to one of my sisters. We’ll keep the Alpha bloodline in the family."

Sophia and Lillian giggled darkly behind her.

Claus eyes burned with rage. "My sons are not some breeding prize to be passed around!"

"Oh," Selene purred as she entered, draped in velvet and moonstone, intertwining her fingers with Marcus’s, "sorry to be the bearer of bad news..."

She leaned down, her breath brushing Klaus’s ear.

"...but your sons are already shared by a bastard human."

Selene stepped forward, her heels clicking softly against the cold stone floor. The dim candlelight made her look more evil, almost ghostlike. Beside her, her daughters Natasha, Sophia, and Lillian stood in behind her, cruel smiles playing on their lips as laughter slipped out like venom.

Anna’s face twisted in horror.

"You..." she whispered, breath catching. "You, Selene? We wined and dined together. I treated you like a friend. Like a sister. I gave you everything I had. Your whole cursed Gilbert family.... welcomed them into my home! What happened to all of you?"

Her voice cracked as her eyes jumped from face to face, desperate for even a flicker of regret.

"The Gilberts were once our closest allies. What happened?"

Selene only smiled.

"People change," Natasha said coldly.

Another wave of mocking laughter echoed through the room.

Then Marcus stepped forward, gun still in hand, voice calm but sharp.

"If there’s any way for you to reach Cayden... I suggest you do it now."

He leaned in slightly, his shadow falling over Klaus and Anna.

"Because by tomorrow, if I don’t receive either the child... or both the mother and the child, I will kill one of you."

Anna gasped. Claus growled through clenched teeth.

Marcus continued, voice flat. "I’ll send your head to Cayden and force him to choose either surrender Hazel and the child... or lose you both. Permanently."

His smile turned wicked. "And if they dare come with wolves... or try anything clever, like they did with Dahlia..."

He leaned down between the two bound figures and whispered coldly, "Trust me. I have a plan. And you don’t want to know what that plan is."

The air chilled. The fear was thick.

Then he turned, nodding to the sisters.

Natasha stepped forward and, without flinching, yanked the cloth coverings back over their heads. Klaus and Anna both struggled, muffled screams trying to rise as their hands stayed tightly bound. They fought, but it was no use.

Just before leaving, Natasha looked down at them with disgust.

And slapped them.

Hard.

One across each face.

Klaus jerked against the ropes, fury boiling behind the fabric that covered his eyes.

"Such disrespect..." he snarled, breathless.

Natasha turned back, smiling over her shoulder. "I’m sorry," she said mockingly. "You’re no longer the Alpha. You’re just... nothing."

With that, she scurried out of the room, laughter trailing behind her.