Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers - Chapter 203

Chapter 203: Bad Father.
*~Hazel’s POV~*

“Marcus, stop.”

He halted mid-step, his back rigid, fists at his sides. Slowly, he turned, and for the briefest moment his eyes softened..hope flickering there. I crushed it before it could grow.

“Don’t misunderstand this,” I said sharply. “I haven’t forgiven you. Not even close. But you were close to Dahlia. You must know something about her…her tactics, her methods.”

He frowned. “I’m not quite sure what you’re asking.”

I took a step closer, my voice quick and clipped. “We need a way to control the vampires. To gather them in one place. To sacrifice them to nature.”

The color drained from his face. “Sacrifice them? Hazel, isn’t one of your husbands a vampire? And your babies..”

“They’re part vampire,” I snapped. “Not fully. They’re safe.”

He looked at me, searching for some crack in my resolve, but I gave him none. Finally, he shook his head. “Then I don’t know. Dahlia never told me that much.”

Klaus’s snarl cut the air. “I told you this man is worthless.”

I didn’t disagree. My anger simmered like lava under ice. “This man is useless,” I hissed. “Completely worthless. He can do nothing for us except bring harm. We shouldn’t trust him. Let the bastard go.”

I turned my gaze to Marcus, eyes hard as stone. “You can leave. And make sure you never show your face here again. Because if you do, I won’t fight for you. I won’t protect you. And you know what Klaus will do.”

I flashed to Klaus’s side before my fury burned too bright. His eyes were molten with rage, his hands trembling. In that moment, I saw exactly where Cayden got his anger from—calm like Caspian one moment, boiling like Cayden the next.

Marcus turned, started to walk away, then stopped.

“You said you wanted to control the vampires,” he said slowly. “To gather them all in one place. To sacrifice them?”

“Yes.”

“Now leave,” Klaus barked.

But Marcus didn’t move. “What if…” He hesitated, then looked at me. “What if you make me a vampire?”

The room went dead silent.

“What?” My voice came out sharp, dangerous.

“If you make me a vampire,” he continued, “I could control them. I could gather them all in one place. I could perform the spell myself.”

“You could die,” I warned.

“No,” Marcus said firmly. “I won’t. And even if I do, I deserve it. But since you said Cyrius and the babies won’t die—they’re only part vampire—then I’ll survive too. Hazel, I’m a Crescent. I’d only be part vampire. But that” his eyes flickered, almost pleading “that might be enough power to control them.”

My mind raced. It was a good idea. Dangerous, but good. I thought it to Klaus, felt the brush of his power against mine. It could work. But Klaus stayed rigid, arms crossed, eyes like flint.

“It seems like a good plan,” I murmured. “But trusting that kind of power to him…”

“Hazel,” Klaus cut in, his voice like a blade. “He’s already powerful enough as a Crescent. Make him a vampire and he’ll be unstoppable. What happens if he turns on us?”

“He won’t,” I said quietly. “Or will you?” I looked at Marcus.

He shook his head, voice steady. “No. You can trust me now.”

Klaus snarled. “We cannot trust him. Hazel, don’t tell me you’re actually considering this.”

I was. And it terrified me. On one hand, Marcus’s plan could save us. On the other, Klaus’s warning rang like thunder in my skull. A traitor asking for power—more power than he’s ever had.

“How can we trust you, Marcus?” I demanded. “You betrayed us. You’re standing here begging us to trust you again. Can’t you see what this looks like?”

Marcus’s eyes glistened. “I know it’s hard,” he said softly. “But just trust me. I want to be useful. I want to help my family once and for all.”

“You have no family here,” Klaus growled.

I stepped forward, my voice trembling but sharp. “Put yourself in our shoes, Marcus. A traitor coming back for help, offering more power in exchange for trust. Would you believe him?”

He opened his mouth but no words came out. He swallowed hard, looking down at the floor.

“You see?” I said quietly. “You can’t blame us for not trusting you.”

Marcus’s voice came out low but steady. “What if I bind my life to one of you?”

The room went still. Even Klaus froze, his hand tightening into a fist.

“You all have the ability,” Marcus continued, lifting his chin just enough to look at us. “Switches under your control. You could bind my life to yours. If I fail, if I ever get power-hungry or try anything stupid, you end me. Cut my life short. I’m willing.”

His words hung heavy in the air. For the first time, there was no plea, no excuse—just an offer of everything.

I turned to Klaus. He turned to me at the same moment, hesitation flashing like lightning across his eyes. He didn’t want this. But he had no other plan. No other choice.

“Fine,” he said at last, his voice like iron dragged over stone. He looked at me. “But not yet. Wait here, in the room, until Aurora, Alice, and Lilith get back.”

“Why wait for Alice and Lilith?” I asked.

“Let me go get Aurora,” Klaus muttered, already heading toward the door. Halfway there, he stopped and turned back. His eyes burned. “And Hazel—take your babies out of this room. I don’t want my grandchildren near this traitor.”

I nodded. My hands trembled as I reached for the twins. I could see the tears standing in Marcus’s eyes as I gathered them up. Tears he had no right to shed. Yes, these were his grandchildren by blood, but he did not deserve them. He did not deserve me. He did not deserve any of us.

As I turned to leave, Marcus’s voice cracked behind me. “Although I know I’ll never weigh your forgiveness back… I hope you know I have never forgiven myself. Not for the pain, not for the torture I—my family—inflicted on you.”

I shifted the babies in my arms, feeling their warmth and weight. “Yes, Marcus,” I said quietly. “Yes.” And I walked toward the door.

Heather, my little one, stretched her hand toward him, her tiny fingers curling as if to grab his. My heart tightened. I pulled her hand back gently and gave Marcus an awkward, forced smile.

“I can’t wait for this girl to grow up,” I murmured to myself, “so I can teach her some morals.”