Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers
Chapter 55: Baby is here!

Chapter 55: Baby is here!

*~Author’s POV~*

There were no signs of a struggle. No blood. No broken walls. Not even a single overturned chair.

So who the hell took them?

The only proof anyone had even entered the High House was that Cyrius’s coffin had been tampered with. The door to the room was wide open... but beyond that?

Nothing.

"What the actual hell happened?" he muttered, pacing back and forth.

My heart thudded loud in my chest, panic dancing along my spine. My mind was spinning, but I kept it together—for now.

"I’m sure it’s that Natasha girl," Elder Gina snapped from the corner, arms folded, eyes narrowed with suspicion. "She’s always had something off about her. I said it the day she arrived here. I should’ve..."

"Stop." Caspian turned sharply. "I trust that girl with my life. Natasha wouldn’t do something like this."

Gina raised a brow, unconvinced. But I wasn’t here to debate her feelings.

"For clarity," Caspian said firmly, "let’s visit the Gilbert estate. If Natasha really is missing, then this isn’t about betrayal it’s something bigger."

But before my suggestion could even settle in the room, the High House doors flew open.

Every head turned.

The Gilberts strolled in, right on cue Marcus leading the way, his expression unreadable, while his wife followed behind him, eyes red and puffy from crying.

She didn’t hesitate.

The second she saw Cayden, she rushed toward him with desperation in every step. Correct content is on

"You!" she choked, slamming her fists against his chest. "I gave you my daughter. Even when you chose another when you refused to take her as your Luna and reduced her to a mistress..I still gave her to you. I let her love you. And now..."

Her voice cracked.

"She’s been missing for an entire day... and no one is saying anything. But the damn human girl is being pampered upstairs like she’s royalty!"

Tears streamed down her face as her fists trembled.

Cayden didn’t flinch.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, letting her cry into his chest while his hand gently patted her head.

"I’m sorry," he whispered. "I promise we’ll find her. I’m already working on it. My parents are missing too."

His voice was low, calm measured. The Alpha in him was in charge.

And for a moment, the room was still. Broken, yes. But still.

Leon came sprinting down the hallway, breath ragged and panic etched across his face. "Something’s written in the council room!" he shouted.

Cayden was the first to move, storming past him like a beast unchained. Caspian followed close behind, still clutching Hazel protectively against his chest. Her body remained limp, her face pale, as if the battle inside her wasn’t done.

They burst into the council room.

On the far wall, scrawled in jagged, smudged ink—no, blood—was a message that stopped the air in every throat: NovelFire

"Deliver the baby to the outskirts of New Orleans by sunset... if you want your parents back. Try to be funny, and you’ll receive pieces. One by one."

Cayden’s hands clenched at his sides, knuckles cracking. His breath came heavy, wild, like his wolf was already clawing for release.

"They dare " he growled, eyes glowing gold, " they dare to toy with her? To use Hazel like she’s a damn bargaining chip?!"

He slammed his fist into the council table, shattering the oak clean in half.

Caspian didn’t flinch.

"I’m not handing her over," he said flatly, his voice cold and sharp. "I don’t care who they have. I’m not letting them lay a single claw on her or the baby."

Cayden turned on him. "That’s our parents, Caspian! They’re alive—for now. If we don’t act, they won’t stay that way."

"And if we do hand Hazel over, what then?" Caspian’s eyes were ice. "You think they’ll just give them back? This isn’t a negotiation. It’s a trap."

"Then we spring the trap," Cayden growled. "We take Hazel, we go to the outskirts like they asked—but we’re not alone. We bring every damn warrior we have, every blade, every spellcaster. We show up to that meeting and we slaughter the bastards."

"I’m not using her as bait," Caspian barked. "She’s not a damn pawn...she’s pregnant. She’s barely breathing."

Cayden stalked toward him, voice trembling with fury. "Do you think I want to risk her? You think this is easy for me? But we have one shot at this. We lose our parents, and Hazel becomes a target forever."

"No." Caspian’s grip on her tightened. "We’ll find another way."

"There is no other way!" Cayden shouted. "We take her. We’ll be there. We’re not giving her up—we’re bringing her to the frontlines. We protect her, and we get our family back. We end this. With blood, if we have to."

The room pulsed with tension. Two brothers, burning with the same fire.

"We’ll go. But we’re not handing her over."

He turned toward the warriors gathering outside.

"Gear up. By nightfall... we tear the damn bastard’s head off."

Aurora stumbled in, her cloak barely clinging to her shoulders, her lips pale and trembling. Her hair stuck to her face with sweat, and she looked like she’d been through hell... and still hadn’t returned.

Cayden caught her just before she hit the ground. "Aurora?"

"I—I had to come," she whispered, barely audible. "The darkness inside me—it’s still there, but... I had to..."

Caspian was already moving. "What is it?"

Aurora’s eyes flicked up. "Hazel."

Everything stopped.

"Her water just broke," she rasped. "She’s in labor."

Cayden didn’t wait to ask a single question. He bolted from the council chamber like his soul was on fire, Caspian right behind him. Warriors parted for them like wind across grass. They bounded up the stairs two at a time until they reached Hazel’s chamber.

The door was already wide open.

Maids rushed back and forth in a blur of towels, herbs, and warm water. One knelt behind Hazel’s head, gently massaging her scalp, another wiped her forehead with a soaked cloth. Hazel lay on the bed, her face twisted in pain, her lower lip clamped down on a rolled cloth stuffed between her teeth to muffle the screams.

Water soaked the bedding.

Sweat poured from her like rain.

And her eyes—wild, delirious, glowing faintly with something neither of the brothers had ever seen before—locked onto Caspian.

"She’s crowning!" one of the maids shouted. "The baby is coming!"

"What the hell?!" Cayden roared, frozen in the doorway. "She’s only a month in!"

"This....this isn’t normal," Caspian muttered, his heart slamming against his ribs. "She wasn’t even full-term. How is this happening now?!"

"She’s not normal!" Aurora said from behind them, trying to steady herself against the wall. "That baby—whatever power she tapped into to make the dagger—it must’ve activated something. It’s like the child is forcing its way out."

Hazel thrashed on the bed, teeth grinding against the cloth. Her hands grabbed blindly for something..anything...until they found Caspian’s.

He was beside her instantly, gripping her tightly.

"I’m here," he whispered, voice raw. "I’m not leaving you. Just breathe."

She shook her head violently, tears streaking down her temples. "It hurts—it burns—"

Another contraction. Her back arched. The room blurred into chaos.

Cayden stood stunned, jaw clenched, chest rising and falling like a ticking bomb. Then he turned and roared, "Get the healer! NOW!"

Aurora stumbled toward the bed. "There’s no time. I’ll have to do it myself."

"What?! You’re not even fully healed!" Caspian snapped.

"I don’t care." Aurora gritted her teeth and rolled up her sleeves. "If this child is born wrong, too fast, too twisted by magic...she could die. I’m the only witch in this house. I’ll deliver the damn baby."