Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 20: The Rooftop pain

~ Cayden’s POV ~

Daggering my brother was never a choice.

It was mandatory.

A cruel, bloodstained necessity I’ve had to live with every single day for four years. NovelFire

Cyrius wasn’t always like this. Gods, no. As kids, he was the softest of the three of us—the one who always tried to mediate, to patch us up after our fights, the first to laugh and the last to hold a grudge. He was the most excited about the prophecy, about the three of us taking the Alpha throne together.

He believed in the bond between brothers. In the idea of us.

But when the moon chose me—me alone—something in him snapped.

He didn’t just distance himself. He didn’t walk away. He turned rogue. Not in the traditional way—not with claws or violence or open rebellion. No, his betrayal was quieter. More venomous. He turned to the witches. To Crescent magic.

And if anyone ever finds out he’s still alive...

It’ll burn.

Everything.

The pack. The council. Our name.

And I’ll have to kill him. Properly this time.

The beer in my hand sweated in the night air. I stared out at the moon, trying to quiet the noise in my head.

Then Caspian landed beside me on the rooftop. He didn’t say a word. Just dropped down beside me like his spine had given up. His face was blank, but I knew that look. The way his jaw tensed. The twitch behind his eye. He was processing the kind of truth that changes a man forever.

I poured him a cup. He took it without hesitation.

One gulp. And then a scowl.

He coughed. "What the hell did you put in that, you bastard?"

I snorted, already feeling the heat in my limbs. "Look at my perfect Beta," I teased, "brought to his knees by one bottle of alcohol."

"Shut up and help me get up," he grunted, trying to push himself upright. He managed about two inches before sliding back to the floorboards.

I doubled over laughing. "We’re getting married tomorrow," I wheezed. "To our mates. And here we are. Puking on the roof and unable to move our limbs."

He glared at me. "You drugged the drink."

"In my defense," I said, raising a finger dramatically, "you took it from me. Voluntarily."

He reached over, grabbed my hand, then immediately yanked it away like I had thorns. "It’s not every day you find out your long-dead brother is actually alive, Cayden," he muttered, bitterly.

I sobered a little.

"Are we still hung up on that?" I tried to play it off.

His glare burned through me. I poked his side. His scowl deepened. Then, reluctantly, it cracked—and he burst into a laugh he clearly didn’t want to have.

It was brief. But real.

just need

staring into the sky. "Cyrius should remain there.

said. Full of trust, too—trust that my brother,

alcohol

side by side under

one night, that

---

"Are you two serious?"

snapped through

The sun stabbed into my eyes like punishment. My mouth was dry. My bones felt like bricks. I tried to move, but my

beside me, groaning

getting married today, Cayden," Father snapped, pacing at the edge of the rooftop with his arms crossed. "And this is where I find

sitting position, his hair a mess, his shirt half

interrupted, pointing at him. "You’re the Beta. The responsible one. I expect this idiocy from him," he jabbed a thumb at me, "but you? You

Caspian didn’t answer.

I almost said it.

the truth

on Caspian’s shoulders—resurrected a ghost that should’ve stayed dead. That this wasn’t a drunk night of wedding nerves, but the result of a decade’s

But I didn’t.

Father would

rip the stake from Cyrius’s heart out of pure rage before hearing us out. He would make

So I stayed quiet.

We both did.

half-assed apologies, and climbed down the stairs. Hungover. Sore. Sobered in

bottom of the staircase. Caspian turned left.

are supposed to be

But as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, tightening the collar

in navy and silver, the same colors our ancestors wore when pledging to their fated mates. My hair had been combed

felt empty. Like I was about to walk down an aisle made of glass, every step echoing with the cracks beneath

excited. Not

would

rabid storm, tail high, ears perked, whining with impatience. He didn’t care that she wasn’t like

He wanted her. Desperately.

I hated how much I still remembered the feeling of her skin. The memory of her body under mine was carved into me like a wound that refused to scab. It wasn’t even about the mistake. Not anymore. It was about how my body had betrayed

again. No matter how my

years, and her fragile human body would give out to

that weren’t

in elegant pale blue, her silver hair swept into an updo that screamed grace and dominance all at once. She looked at me with those eyes that could still pin me in place with a

walked over, smiled lightly, and kissed me on the lips—gently, but full of meaning. Then she whispered, "Please... is there any way you can not

her. Her voice was laced with desperation

shoved a small bouquet into my hands. "Give this to Natasha when she walks down the aisle. Try

I nodded.

waiting

my chamber,

like a leaf in

room as

We’ll be late—he’ll be late. Oh

toward him and gently held him by the shoulders. "Go. Get everyone to the

"But—"

where he

had gathered near the ceremonial grove, preparing for the grand entrance. The air was thick with anticipation, but