Mated to the Triplet Alphas
Chapter 92: Not Fated

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Not Fated

Hazel’s POV

The door clanged shut behind me as I took in my new surroundings.

The room was significantly larger than my previous cell—cleaner too, with whitewashed walls and a smooth concrete floor. A single bed with actual sheets and a pillow sat against one wall. Across from it stood a small bathroom area without doors, offering zero privacy. A foldable table and chair completed the sparse furnishings.

No windows. Nothing I could use as a weapon. But compared to before, this was practically luxury.

To my surprise, one of the guards stepped forward and unlocked my chains. The heavy silver cuffs fell away, and I rubbed my raw wrists, watching them carefully.

“Don’t try anything,” the taller guard warned. “This room is monitored at all times.”

I glanced down, rubbing my wrists. They were red, and some parts of the skin had already started to tear. But in doing so, my eyes fell upon the guards’ hands.

They weren’t wearing gloves while handling the silver chains.

Any werewolf would have severe burns from such prolonged contact. The realization sent a chill down my spine.

“You’re not werewolves,” I said quietly.

The guards exchanged glances but said nothing before leaving, the heavy lock engaging with a final click.

My body still ached from the prolonged contact with silver, and my head swam with dizziness. I stumbled to the bed and sank down, curling onto my side. The clean sheets smelled of industrial detergent—not comforting, but better than the filth of my previous cell.

I closed my eyes, thoughts immediately drifting to my mates. Lucas, Liam, and Levi. Did they know I was gone? Were they looking for me? The memory of our fight twisted like a knife in my gut.

Maybe they thought I ran away.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered to the empty room. “I should have listened. I should have—”

The door suddenly swung open, and I bolted upright, heart hammering.

Cassandra stood in the doorway, her platinum blonde hair gleaming under the fluorescent lights. She stepped inside and locked the door behind her, a first aid kit clutched in her pale hands.

I drew my knees to my chest, eyeing her warily. “What are you doing here?”

Her blue eyes assessed me calmly. “You’re injured. May I?” She gestured to the bite mark on my arm, visible where my sleeve had ridden up.

When I didn’t respond, she approached slowly, like I was a frightened animal.

“I won’t hurt you.”

“Too late for that,” I muttered, but I extended my arm nevertheless.

She set the first aid kit on the bed and opened it, taking out antiseptic and bandages. Her touch was cool as she cleaned the wound.

“What is this place?” I asked. “Why am I here?”

Cassandra’s movements remained methodical, focused. “I can’t tell you much, but you’re safe here. No one will harm you if you cooperate.”

“Cooperate with what?” I demanded. “I don’t want to be here. I want to be with my mates.”

Her fingers paused momentarily before continuing to wrap the bandage around my arm.

“It’s best if you forget about the Sullivan triplets,” Cassandra said. “If you don’t fight this, you’ll be treated well. That’s all I can say.”

“They’re my mates!” I said. “How can I possibly forget them?”

I stared at her, searching for any hint of the girl who had seemed so sweet and shy the first time Callum introduced us.

“You must understand how I feel,” I said carefully. “Surely you’d feel the same if someone took you away from Callum.”

Her entire body went rigid. Her eyes met mine briefly, then dropped back to the first aid kit. She began packing it up with quick, jerky movements.

“Cassandra?” I pressed. “What’s wrong?”

She didn’t answer, snapping the kit shut with more force than necessary.

That’s when I spotted it—a brand on her arm, partially visible beneath her sleeve as she moved. A wolf howling at the sun. That must’ve been the image I caught the last time at the restaurant.

Cassandra must’ve noticed I stared a little too long at the symbol, because she quickly tugged her sleeve down, her face expressionless.

“What did Annie mean just now?” I slowly asked. “She said the whole mate thing you have with Callum is fake. What’s that all about?”

She kept her lips pursed.

“What?” I continued to press. “So are you actually faking it the whole time? Do you have him drugged or under some sort of spell?”

Her silence was answer enough.

Looks like my gut feeling had been right after all. When we first met, there was just something off about Cassandra, but I could never put my finger on it.

Turns out I was right. There was something wrong with her. Only, I had never thought that it would’ve been this.

“How could you do that to him?” My voice cracked with anger. “He loves you. He thinks you’re his mate!”

Cassandra stood, clutching the first aid kit against her chest. “You don’t understand.”

“Then explain it to me!” I demanded. “What are you doing with Callum? Is this all part of some plan to get to me? Did you hurt him?”

“I never meant to hurt him!” she snapped, a flash of real emotion breaking through her calm facade. “I was assigned to him because of your connection, yes, but—”

She stopped herself, biting down on her bottom lip before she turned toward the door.

“Cassandra, wait!” I jumped up, grabbing her arm. “Please, tell me what’s going on. You owe me that much.”

She yanked her arm away. “I don’t owe you anything.”

“You brought me here against my will!” I snapped back. “The least you could do was tell me why!”

“I didn’t bring you here,” Cassandra hissed. “Annie and the others did.” Then, she shook her head and exhaled heavily. “Forget it. I shouldn’t have come. Leo’s gonna kill me.”

I ignored her muttering.

“Who is Leo, then? Why do you care so much about what he thinks? What about Callum?” I demanded. “How could you possibly not be his real mate if he felt the pull of the fated bond—”

“Don’t you get it?” she burst out. “There is no way a vampire can be a werewolf’s fated mate!”

The words hung in the air between us. My mouth fell open in shock.

Cassandra’s eyes widened in horror at her own admission. She took a step back, hand flying to her mouth.

“What... are you...” I breathed out. I staggered back, my eyebrows scrunched tightly together in confusion. “Are you... Are you saying you’re a... vampire?”