Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers
Chapter 58: Let it go…

Chapter 58: Let it go...

Hazel’s POV

My breath hitched when his gaze swept across Aurora, lying motionless on the floor, and he stepped right past her like she was nothing but a rug. No pause, no flinch. The second his full face came into view, a shiver bolted through my spine.

Oh my God.

He looked exactly like Caspian..but with Cayden’s dangerous aura woven into every sharp angle of his body. His hair was long, dark, cascading over his shoulders like Cayden’s, but his facial structure was unmistakably Caspian’s... just a more hardened, haunting version. He had Cayden’s eyes, the shape, the intensity but his brows were arched with a wicked tilt, and his jawline was so sharp it could cut steel.

No.

No damn way this is real.

He wasn’t just handsome—he was ethereal. A sinful blend of every intoxicating thing about the Salvatore brothers, laced with perfection: goosebumps prickled over my skin as the air between us grew heavy.

And his eyes those glowing, electric yellow eyes were locked on me.

"Cy... Cyrius?" I stammered. My throat tightened.

How?

I saw that dagger in his chest. I saw it.

I clutched my babies tighter in my arms as he approached. Slowly. Unbothered. Like he had all the time in the world.

"You know about me..." he murmured, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Can’t believe they told you. That’s... nice."

His voice...God...it was Caspian’s smoothness laced with Cayden’s razor. Familiar but wrong in every way.

His fingers reached forward and gently traced the side of my face, feather-light. My skin recoiled on instinct, but his touch was oddly... reverent. His golden eyes searched mine, full of something I couldn’t name.

"Hello, mate," he whispered, and his voice sent a jolt down my spine. "I’m sorry we had to meet like this."

His features twisted for a second in barely restrained rage—then just as quickly melted into a soft, almost boyish smile. A dimple dipped into his cheek.

"Damn," he breathed, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear, "you are beautiful."

His fingertips brushed my lips.

Then both my babies let out a soft wail, and he immediately jerked back. His gaze snapped to them, pupils narrowing. Something unreadable flashed through his eyes.

And then, silence. They stopped crying the moment he stepped away.

His stare stayed on them.

"Which is the father?" he asked.

I said nothing. My arms tightened around my children.

"This one," he said, nodding at my daughter, "has Cayden’s face. This one..." he gestured to my son "has his eyes."

He gave a short, bitter laugh. "So... both are his."

I flinched as his expression darkened.

"Giving birth to that bastard’s spawn might be the most foolish mistake you’ll ever make," he sneered.

"Don’t talk about my children like that!" I snapped, my voice slicing through the thick air.

He blinked in mild surprise. Then chuckled. Running his finger through his hair like Cayden always did. I flinched at the familiarity.

"Oh, mate... don’t be scared of me," he said softly. "I’m not the one you should fear. It’s those creatures you’re holding."

"They’re not monsters like him!" I screamed, fury ripping out of me.

Something broke in his expression—something vulnerable, just for a second.

"’Like him?’" he echoed, the words hanging in the air. "So... you do know what he is. The kind of monster who would kill his brother in a heartbeat."

His voice shook, twisted with something raw and bleeding...anger barely hiding the depth of pain beneath it.

I raised my voice again. "Get out! Caspian will kill you if he finds out you’re here!"

At that, he stopped breathing for a second. His yellow eyes flickered, and then he laughed bitterly.

"Ow... don’t say that name in front of me, mate," he said coldly. "So Caspian knows. Of course he does. For you to know about me, it means he must have told you." View the correct content at NovelFire.

He stepped back then, his face changed.. not in anger this time but a softer expression.

"For him to side with Cayden again... of course he did," he whispered.

He let out a dry, humorless laugh.

"Triplets, huh? What a f*cking joke."

And then he stopped.

The laughter in his throat died like a flame snuffed out. His eyes, still glowing like the heart of a wildfire, locked back on mine. That smirk of his tilted again—lazy, haunting, too calm.

"Pardon," he said softly. "Where are my manners?"

What?

"I didn’t even ask your name," he continued, voice smooth as silk but edged with steel. "I can’t keep calling you mate, now can I?"

I flinched, pulling my babies closer to my chest. My heart thudded, uneven and violent. Why ask that now? Why even pretend to care?

"Why are you even here?" I snapped, voice trembling.

He tilted his head. "I asked for your name, gorgeous. It’s only fair, isn’t it? You know mine. What’s my beautiful mate’s name?"

My throat went dry. I didn’t want to tell him. I didn’t want to give him anything. But something in me—fear, instinct, something primal—answered anyway.

"...Hazel."

He chuckled. "Befitting you perfectly," he murmured. "Inspired by your eyes, no doubt. Hazel." He rolled the name on his tongue like it was something rare. "Moon bless whoever named you."

He straightened and stepped back, something unreadable shifting behind his gaze.

"My time here is up," he announced quietly. "It’s time I leave."

But he didn’t move. He just stared again at the babies. My babies.

"I’m sorry," he said, voice low. "But you’ll need to forget this ever happened. The birth. The pregnancy. Everything."

I blinked, frozen. "What...?"

"You were never supposed to give birth, Hazel," he said. "That’s why I came. Not to hurt you. Not to bond. Just to make sure you don’t get attached. That way, it’ll be easier to let go."

Let go? No. No no no.

I tightened my grip on the twins, clutching them so close I could feel their tiny hearts pounding against my skin.

"You’re not taking them from me," I said through clenched teeth, shaking. "Cayden will kill you. Caspian will tear you apart—"

"Oh, please," Cyrius sneered. "They won’t even get here in time. And even if they did... I doubt they’ll want to fight back when I’m done with them."

His gaze darkened.

"When I’m through, they’ll regret ever turning their backs on me."

"No!" I cried, voice rising into hysteria. "Aurora....Aurora, stand up! He’s trying to take my babies! Aurora...please!"

I turned toward her, limp on the floor. Her fingers, still smeared with blood. Her eyes closed.

But her chest wasn’t moving.

"She’s dead, Hazel," Cyrius said softly, and for once, his voice didn’t sound mocking. It sounded... final. "Can’t you hear it? No breath. No heartbeat."

"No." My voice broke. "No, no, no. She can’t be. ...She was just here...she helped me"

"I’m sorry," he said, but his eyes were cold. "But this is how it has to go. For everything to return to order."

And then—he reached for them.

For my babies.

The twins immediately started crying again, wailing as if they could sense the darkness in his touch. He recoiled at first, flinching back. His brows drew together. The air around us turned icy, and even my skin ached from the sudden chill.

"These babies..." he muttered. "They are as special as they say."

His smirk returned.

"Even more beautiful than I expected."

Then, without warning—he lunged.

"No!" I screamed, twisting to stop him, but my body wouldn’t move. My limbs felt like stone, heavy and useless. The weight of grief, magic, and whatever power lingered in this room pressed down on me.

He grabbed them.

Both of them. My precious babies that have not even used a day on this damn earth! We’re stripped from my hands.

I cried out, my voice cracking into something inhuman. I reached out, but nothing worked. My arms wouldn’t stretch far enough. My legs wouldn’t lift. I was paralyzed by helplessness, watching the most precious things in my life be ripped from me.

"Please," I begged, crumbling. "Please don’t do this. Not them. Not my babies..."

Tears blurred my vision.

"Aurora... Cayden... Caspian... someone..."

Cyrius just laughed as he backed away, my children in his arms.

"One day is for the thief," he whispered.

"And one day..." He smirked down at me, eyes glowing. "One day is for the owner. Today, Hazel..."

He leaned in.

"Is mine."

His words had brushed my skin as he said those final words—then he vanished. He was gone.

Gone... with my babies.

I tried to get up, but my legs gave out beneath me. Instead, I collapsed onto the floor, rolling in agony, my heart pounding in my ears. I clawed my way across the room, dragging myself toward Aurora’s still body.

"Aurora, get up!" I screamed, shaking her lifeless shoulders. "He took them! He took my babies! Aurora, please do something! Wake up!"

But she didn’t move. She wasn’t breathing. he was right. Her chest had stopped rising. Her magic had faded. She had given everything.

"No," I sobbed, my voice cracking. "No, you can’t leave me. Not now. Not like this." Correct content is on NovelFire.

I crawled to the door, barely able to push it open. The hallway was silent. I dragged myself to the top of the stairs and looked down.

My heart stopped.

There were bodies—everywhere.

The wolves Cayden left behind... all of them were lying still. Lifeless. Blood stained the marble floors. The High House had turned into a graveyard.

"No... no no no."

I gripped the bannister, forcing myself to stand. My knees shook under me. "Where are they?" I whispered, trembling. "Where is everyone?"

But the only sound that answered me was silence.

I backed away, stumbling, my body collapsing again beside the wall. I screamed until my throat burned.

Where are my babies?