Chapter 12: Marked, But Not Chosen
~Hazel’s POV~
The kettle stopped vibrating. The silence that followed was heavier than the noise had been. Tense. Suffocating. I could feel Caspian’s hand twitch slightly in mine, his breath hot and uneven against my cheek. He had been holding it in probably since the moment the kettle started reacting to me. Then, finally, he exhaled slowly, like a man walking through fire who had made it to the other side.
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"See that, Mother?" Caspian said, his voice low but filled with an unshakable authority. "My mate isn’t a witch. She’s a human. And now—she’s the Beta’s mate. And she will be treated as such."
He didn’t just growl the words to his mother—he growled it at the entire room. Every elder, every pack member, every last soul holding their breath. But even his declaration didn’t last a second before it was ripped apart.
"Impossible!" Cayden’s voice rang out like a thunderclap. "Never! She’s a witch!"
Before anyone could react, he stormed forward and shoved Caspian with such force that his body crashed into the massive tables lining the ceremonial hall. The wood shattered on impact, the sound echoing like bones snapping.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even move.
Then he turned toward me.
Cayden towered over me, all majestic power and brutal grace. His red eyes were glowing no, burning. There was something untamed in them, something feral, something ancient. It hit me then just how different we were. Me, a trembling human girl marked by fate, and him, a beast kissed by the moon.
He grabbed my chin, rough and forceful, and slammed me against the stone wall. My back arched from the impact, air rushing out of my lungs as our bodies collided. He was close—so close his breath fogged my skin.
"Admit it," he growled, his lips almost brushing mine, the rage in his voice barely contained. "Admit it—you are a witch."
I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking uncontrollably. My body was hot and cold all at once. I could feel the sweat sticking strands of hair to my face.