Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

~Hazel’s POV~

Relief crashed over me the moment Cayden appeared, towering above me like some terrifying, glorious guardian.

His chest rose and fell with every breath, blood still dripping from his claws, but his glowing red eyes were scanning me—checking every inch of my body for wounds, for damage. When he saw that I was okay, a breath escaped his lips, short and hard. His eyes didn’t linger long before snapping to Caspian.

Caspian, who at that very moment, tore the head of the last wolf from its shoulders and let the mangled body hit the ground with a thud. He shifted back into his human form, muscles rippling under blood-spattered skin, breath ragged. Cayden did the same, his clothes destroyed by his transformation—both brothers now stood in just their torn pants, their bare chests slick with blood, dirt, and sweat. Titans in a warzone.

"Brother," Cayden said, breathless. "We’re surrounded. There are hundreds out there." He spat onto the ground, blood mixing with the debris littering the High House. "Blue Moon is wrecked."

Caspian stepped toward him, placing a steady hand on his shoulder. "We can’t let them rule here. Even if they’re hundreds, we are the Blue Moon. You’re the Mighty Cayden. We show them—they stepped into the wrong pack." His voice rumbled low with fury, but it was that calm fury, the kind that promised vengeance.

Cayden’s chest puffed out. "Yes..."

Before they could say more, a bone-chilling howl echoed outside, followed by more snarls and war cries. Then footsteps.

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A man stormed in, panting. Leon.

Cayden immediately turned to him. "Leon—what about mother and father?"

"They’re fine," Leon replied between breaths. "Sir Claus is still fighting, but your mother is safe with the Gilberts. Our wolves have pushed them back outside the walls. All is fine."

Caspian’s eyes flicked to Cayden. A flicker of hope sparked between them.