Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers
Chapter 62: Hell

Chapter 62: Hell

~Caspian’s POV ~

The warmth in her eyes... it was gone. Completely.

She stood in the center of the room barefoot, blood-splattered, her hair wild like a storm cloud. Around her lay the torn bodies of wolves...my wolves.

And she had ended them, just like that. I stared at her, unable to breathe.

How did she get so strong? Is that even Hazel anymore? The questions tore through my chest like claws.

She turned to me, slowly. And then she smiled.

It wasn’t her usual smile...the one that melted my heart. No... this was cruel.

"I’ve never felt this good," she said, her voice light and airy, like she was commenting on the weather.

"Maybe those babies being taken away from me... was the right thing, you know?"

My heart dropped. What?

Then she laughed. Hard. She grabbed her stomach like someone had said the funniest thing.

"Hazel..." I stepped forward slowly, cautiously. "What’s wrong with you?"

"Nothing, Caspian," she said, grinning wider now. "It’s me. Hazel. I just... can’t feel anything anymore. And it’s wonderful."

I blinked, stunned.

"But you’re...you’re talking like—why would you say something like that? About your children?"

She tilted her head, amused. "Say what? That my babies were taken away from me? That maybe it’s for the best?"

I flinched. She took a step toward me, barefoot in blood, and I instinctively stepped back.

"Ever since I got pregnant, everyone’s been whispering. Judging. Telling me what to do, what not to do, how to act, what to feel. Everyone’s been telling me whole lots of stuff."

Her voice cracked on that last word, but she quickly composed herself, wiping her bloodied hand down her arm.

"It’s an abomination, right?" she sneered. "Isn’t that what they said?"

"Hazel—"

"Even Cyrius said it," she cut in, her eyes flashing gold for a brief second. "That I should fear those babies. That they would be the very things that destroy me. And maybe... just maybe... he was right."

"No. No, don’t do this," I pleaded. "You don’t mean any of this. You’re in pain. You’ve been through too much, Hazel...just let me help you. Please."

She turned away from me.

"No one can help me now," she whispered, and then her voice turned ice-cold. "But I can help myself."

I watched her clench her fists, blood dripping down her fingers like ink.

"My father... I’m going to kill him."

The way she said it...like a promise, a prophecy...sent a chill down my spine.

"I’ll rip him apart for what he did to me. For what he made me. For torturing me all these years, I’ll make him pay." Her chest rose and fell with ragged breaths.

"Hazel..." My voice cracked. "You’re not alone. You don’t have to become this to get justice. You don’t need to lose yourself to fight them."

She turned back to me. The smile had faded. Her face was blank. Empty.

"I already lost myself, Caspian. The moment they took my babies... the old Hazel died."

And then she walked past me. My mind was spinning, completely, utterly stunned.

That wasn’t my Hazel. It was her... but it wasn’t

Where once I felt her warmth, her fear, her pain...now there was only power. Raw, unfiltered, terrifying power.

I tried to stand, to run after her, but my legs buckled beneath me like snapped twigs. My wrist twisted again with sharp, biting pain as I slammed my head against the ground, growling through gritted teeth.

"Damn it..." I breathed. "What the hell did she do to me?"

She had just thrown me across the room. Caspian. Her husband. And she did it like I was nothing.

Bones cracked. Muscles screamed. It would take time for my wolf to heal, but that wasn’t what made my chest tighten. It was her. Hazel.

She had looked at me like I was a stranger. No...worse. Like I was something in her way.

"What...?" I whispered, struggling to sit up. "Did she just wolf out?" But the full moon isn’t even close.

And Hazel....Hazel wasn’t supposed to have a wolf. She had no scent, no connection to the Moon Goddess, no shifting history.

She was human. Then she became something like a witch fixing the dagger. And now this?

A hybrid? A witch? A werewolf? What the hell is Hazel

This shouldn’t be happening. Hazel shouldn’t be doing this now.

Not now.

Not when we should be looking for those babies.

We had just gotten downstairs and someone sprinted toward us.

"Beta Caspian!" the guard yelled. "The Gilberts... they’ve been murdered." My chest sank hard. Why does the situation keep worsening?

"What?" Hazel....no... Hazel—stopped dead in her tracks and whipped around. Her eyes burned gold, feral.

"Who did that?" Her voice was low, dangerous, coiled like a predator mid-pounce. "No. I was supposed to kill them. I can’t believe someone stole my fun. Who. Did. It?"

Her breath came out like steam.

The guard hesitated. Then:

"Alpha Cayden. He slaughtered them... including their youngest daughter."

I turned instantly, eyes widening.

Hazel’s face cracked

"What?" she whispered. "Ariel...?" Her tone trembled, not with grief, but fury. "Ariel is dead?"

"Who. did? It."

A new voice echoed from behind us.

"Me."

We turned immediately to see who it was and someone entered the high house.

Cayden. Covered in blood. Hands shaking. Eyes unreadable.

"Hazel, I can explain...it was not supposed to be her." She stepped back. Her body twitched. I felt the energy shift.

"You...you killed Ariel?"

"I was trying to kill Natasha...she betrayed us, but Ariel... she stepped in. It...it was a mistake."

But she wasn’t listening.

Her hair lifted on its own, charged with static and something otherworldly. Her claws extended...longer than I’d ever seen. Her veins glowed faintly, pulsing with golden light.

Cayden stumbled back. "Caspian..." he said slowly. "That’s not Hazel. That’s not Hazel!"

"I know," I muttered. My heart sank. "I don’t know what’s happening to her."

She let out a low growl, tears pricking from her eyes and she lunged towards Caydrn.

Cayden barely dodged her claws as she sliced through the air like a blade. She moved with him, matched him strike for strike...then grabbed him mid-turn and slammed his body into the ground, the earth cracking beneath the force.

The guards behind me stirred, instinctively shifting. "No!" I barked. "Hold your ground!"

"She’s killing Alpha Cayden!" one of them cried.

"I said HOLD!"

Hazel towered over Cayden now. "How dare you," she hissed. "She was not a Gilbert. She wasn’t one of them. Why did you kill her?"

"It was an accident!" Cayden spat, coughing up blood. But she didn’t care.

She moved again....faster than before. Snatched him by the neck and hurled him through the high house wall stone and debris falling like thunder. Dust rose around us like smoke from her.

"Hazel, stop...Please," I begged. "You don’t want him to lose it. You know what Cayden becomes when he snaps!"

"I don’t care!" she snarled. "Because I’m going to kill this goddamn Alpha."

"Be ready to crown a new one—because this one’s already dead."

She rushed him again. But this time, Cayden caught her arms and pinned her against the shattered wall. His eyes bled red. NovelFire

"I don’t want to hurt you!" he yelled. "Calm down! What is this? Who are you right now?"

Her eyes narrowed. She kneed him in the groin, uppercutted his throat, and spun him like he weighed nothing.

Then she lifted him one-handed by his wrist, bones popping beneath her grip.

Gasps filled the air. No one...no one...had ever bested Cayden in a fight. Not our father.

She let him fall again. His body hit the ground like a sack of stones.

She turned to me. "Get me that dagger." I froze. "Hazel... what are you doing?"

Her smile curved slowly, dark and delicious.

"You’ll find out soon enough."