Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers
Chapter 76: Justice is served

Chapter 76: Justice is served

Author’s POV

What the hell was Caspian doing?

No...really. What was he doing?

He was supposed to be helping her. Helping turn her emotions back on. Helping bring Hazel...the real Hazel...back from whatever godless void she had been swallowed into. Her babies were missing. Her heart was cold. Her soul was shut off.

And he was here.

Fucking her....Pleasuring her...Giving in.

Cayden stood frozen at the door, the scene before him a godless painting of lust and betrayal. Hazel’s bare chest still glistened with the remnants of Caspian’s release. Her legs were spread open, unapologetically wide. Her eyes were empty yet dangerously alive.

"What the hell are you doing, Caspian?" Cayden’s voice thundered through the room, ragged and boiling. "Is this what you’re supposed to be doing? Really? Is this how you plan to save her? By fucking her?"

Caspian didn’t speak. He couldn’t. Shame poured down his face like sweat. He couldn’t even look his brother in the eye.

Cayden stepped forward, his voice cracking like splintered glass. "Our child is missing. For the gods’ sake, my child, Caspian and you’re in here, lost in her body instead of out there searching?!"

Then his gaze snapped to Hazel, trembling with disgust and disbelief.

"And you..." he pointed, every inch of him seething. "Your children your babies...are gone. And this is what you’re doing? Spreading your legs instead of searching for them? Are you out of your mind?"

Hazel tilted her head slowly. Unbothered. Unfazed.

A smirk tugged at her lips.

"Don’t be such a fun spoiler, Cayden," she said flatly. "If you’re so angry, join the party." She wiped the glistening cum from her breast with two fingers and licked them clean slow, deliberate, daring.

"What?" Cayden’s voice cracked.

Caspian turned away, as if hoping the shame would stop choking him if he didn’t look at anyone.

But Hazel sat upright now, swinging her legs off the bed, her thighs still slick and parted.

"You think your sad little plans will turn my emotions back on?" she asked, dark amusement dancing in her tone. "Tricks? Words? Empathy?" She chuckled bitterly. "Look at my mother. She’s ten times stronger than any of you, and she failed. What makes you think you’ll succeed?"

Cayden clenched his fists. His hands trembled.

Hazel leaned back, her fingers gliding over her inner thigh, and then she spread her legs even wider, her dripping heat now fully visible.

"But maybe this," she whispered. "Maybe this is the way to fix me. Because even now, I hate the numbness in my chest. I hate the nothingness... But when I’m being touched? When I’m being claimed? At least I feel something. So come here, Cayden. Just give in. You want to save me, right?"

His mouth parted very wide..He couldn’t breathe. Ragnar his wolf was already crawling inside of him. His body started to respond.

Cayden’s voice came out low. Hoarse. Hungry.

"Did you say you’d turn your emotions on... if we did this?"

His eyes didn’t leave the slick heat between her legs. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides.

Hazel smiled slowly, wickedly.

"I promise," she said. "But only if you’re really up for the task. You want me to feel again? Then make me feel."

Caspian turned her face toward him.

"I was here first. Satisfy me fully first."

Hazel laughed, licking her lips.

"Oh, don’t be greedy, husband," she teased. "Don’t worry. I’m more than enough for both of you."

Her hand reached for his length again, wrapping around it with ease before she swallowed him whole. Caspian groaned, his head tilting back in raw bliss.

Behind her, Cayden had already stripped—naked, aroused, and no longer pretending to be righteous. He climbed onto the bed like a predator, hands grabbing her waist as he spanked her sharply from behind.

The sound echoed.

Hazel jolted with a gasp.

"Mmh—starting hard, are we?"

Caspian grabbed her jaw. "Don’t talk." His voice was a snarl. "Just feel."

And then, Cayden shoved three fingers deep inside her soaked heat, pumping without mercy. Hazel bit her lip, trying not to scream, trying not to explode from the inside out. Her mouth was full of Caspian’s cock, her core filled with Cayden’s fingers—two wolves devouring her at once.

The room was nothing but heat. Chaos. Breathless moans. Skin slapping skin.

Cayden bent down and placed his mouth right against her dripping folds. Licking. Eating. Worshiping. Hazel choked around Caspian’s cock as the sensation overwhelmed her.

Caspian came first—his release bursting inside her mouth as she swallowed most, with some spilling down her chin. He groaned and collapsed forward, his lips finding her breasts, sucking on her nipples like a man starved.

Hazel trembled, held up only by the brothers feasting on her.

Cayden was on her pussy while Caspian on her chest.

She moaned louder and louder, her body quivering between them like a storm barely held together.

Then suddenly the brothers whispered something to each other.

They smirked.

Hazel swallowed hard, her eyes widening as Cayden lifted her up effortlessly. Caspian reached for a necktie, and without a word, they tied her wrists to the headboard.

"What are you..."

"Shh." Caspian leaned in, voice dangerously calm. "Don’t cut the rope... or the fun is over."

Cayden tightened the binds while Caspian brought out a single feather. Hazel’s breath hitched.

"You wouldn’t—"

But he did.

The feather trailed down her stomach. Lower. Lower...

"What the hell..." she gasped, hips jerking. They were no longer playing fair. They were playing dirty.

"You wanted fun, right?" Caspian’s voice was dark, low, and seductive. He smirked as he slowly began to clean her up with his tongue, trailing over the mess they’d made of her.

Hazel wanted to scream..her body was trembling, legs weak, her juices still dripping down her thighs. But before the moan could escape her lips, Cayden caught her mouth with a kiss so fierce it felt like it shattered her spine.

A storm burst loose inside her.

The scream turned to a helpless whimper swallowed by his lips, and her body betrayed her again more of her arousal splashed against Caspian’s face. Without hesitation, he leaned in, licking her clean, moaning into her flesh like she was some sacred fruit.

She was lost..completely lost.

Then Caspian passed Cayden the feather, his mouth diving back between her thighs. His tongue began to work her over again, skilled and relentless. Cayden, now grinning wickedly, took the feather and traced it over her nipples, teasing them until she nearly sobbed.

"Please... don’t," she whispered between gasps, breaking from Cayden’s kiss.

"We’re not even close to done with you," Cayden said, crashing his mouth against hers again.

Hazel couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.

After minutes of Caspian’s intense mouthwork, he finally rose, licking his lips, and pulled out his massive length. Cayden did the same. Both were flushed, swollen, panting.

"Brother," Caspian said with a smirk, eyes blazing. "Our doll is ready."

Hazel’s eyes widened, her legs trembling, but she didn’t move. Couldn’t.

Cayden took position behind her. Caspian in front. They entered her together.

Hazel gasped, a sharp cry muffled against Caspian’s chest.

Her mind was spiraling. Her walls clamped around them, her body clashing between overwhelming pleasure and the voice screaming in her head.

What’s happening to me? Was she turning her emotions back on?

Was she slipping?

No. No way in hell.

She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Not after everything. No she can’t lose.

But her body... her body had other plans.

Her insides were clapping, vibrating, overwhelmed by the two massive cocks pounding into her from both ends—Cayden, rough and brutal from behind, spanking her, thrusting without mercy. Caspian, gentler but still dominant, his hands tangled in her hair, whispering filth against her lips.

"Turn it on," they both whispered, breath hot in her ears.

No! her mind screamed.

But her body betrayed her. Her vision blurred, her heart thundered in her chest. The rope binding her wrists had snapped, but she couldn’t lift her arms.

She was drowning in pleasure. In heat. In them.

"Don’t turn it on!" the voice in her head cried.

"Turn it on," the brothers groaned again.

"I’m coming!" Hazel screamed, her voice cracking as her body convulsed around them.

But they didn’t stop.

They kept going...harder, deeper, louder until her climax ripped through her body like a tidal wave. A heartbeat later, they both came with a growl, spilling inside her, groaning against her skin, their bodies trembling beside hers.

Her eyes rolled back. Her breath hitched.

And then—darkness.

Hazel passed out.

Caspian caught her before she could hit the floor, gently lowering her into his arms, her body limp, glowing with sweat and aftershock. The room was quiet now, the storm passed, the chaos still lingering in the air.

The rope lay broken.

And something in her chest... shifted.

Cayden looked down at her. " Looks like it worked." He turned toward the door.

"I’ll go get Aurora and Lilith."