Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 41: Crescent

*~Lilith’s POV~*

Dahlia smirked. "How sure are you?"

He smiled confidently, tightening his cloak with precision. "I’m very sure about that. The Salvatores have been keeping it a secret, and I found out. It’s only between the brothers—I doubt any other pack members even know."

Dahlia’s eyes glittered with something wicked. "I’ve always known something shady was happening in that High House. But Cyrius... being alive? Gods, that’s massive. Huge."

I watched her practically vibrate with excitement over the news. Cyrius being alive was no small revelation—but the way she lit up, the way her mind instantly?

No. I needed to protect my grandchild from her.

Yes, my grandchild will be a destruction. A storm. A force this world has never seen. But if anyone is going to end her, it has to be me. It’s going to be a matter of blood. Of legacy.

And more than that... if anything happens to that child—anything—Hazel will unravel. That child is now the anchor to her power. And the rage of a true Crescent? It’s more powerful than anything Dahlia or the entire damn council could ever imagine.

Hazel is the first natural-born Crescent the world has ever seen. Nature’s wild miracle. Rare. Unrepeatable. And if she loses that child, the universe itself will grieve with her. She will go insane. Not the entire Blue moon pack, not even I—will be able to stop her.

I have to make sure she keeps the child. I have to deal with that power inside her again, the same way I did the night she was born.

Then Dahlia’s voice dragged me back from my thoughts.

"We need to lure Hazel out," she said casually, like we were planning a picnic. "Just like they did the last time."

She turned to me. "Did you know Davina is dead?"

I blinked, startled. "Davina? She’s dead?"

"Yes. Your daughter. The bastard Caspian and the traitor witch," Dahlia sneered. "She died last night. And I want that same thing to happen again. I want Hazel out of the High House. Away from that wreck of an Alpha and the damn brother beside her. You can have the traitor witch tag along—I don’t care. Just get her out. That’s when we take her down."

O’Brien nodded slowly, already plotting. "Fine. If it’s to lure Hazel out, that would be perfect. I’ll just throw a council meeting or host some kind of event. I’ll make sure she comes."

Davina is dead?

My mind spiraled. Davina was one of the most powerful witches I’d ever known. She and I—we were the gifted ones. The ones who could draw from nature itself. Her death was not just surprising, it was dangerous.

her necklace. That

take

her power started to

bad.

must’ve helped. But still... I cannot let Hazel’s powers awaken. Not

must keep her and the child intact. Until she gives birth. Then

woven O’Brien off. The snarky mist he came with vanished with him. All of

to

said. "You can leave New Orleans now. I’ll call you when you’re needed. I just need to make sure we have the last crescent on our side and don’t worry after our plan is successful, I’ll release your crescent

"Good," I murmured.

slipped my wide-brimmed hat over my hair and vanished into

stop: the

seal

mighty, and ancient as ever. Just being

then I

I knew

Alpha Claus.

come to me in tears—begging me to save one of her newborn triplets. One of them had died

had used dark magic to bring him

concern. It gave me an edge—one I used very well. And now? Looking at how things turned out... my plan had unfolded

out my hand, cloaking myself in invisibility, then glided through the halls like a shadow. No one

the thread—the magical string I’d cast to track Hazel Correct

led me

the room. She paused, sensing something.

shook it off and walked

the traitor witch. The one who must’ve helped Hazel kill Davina. She’s powerful. She felt

Hazel’s room and shut the door

the bed, peaceful, unaware. She’d grown so much since I last saw her. No longer the baby I once

Nobody would know I

reached out and held her palm, pressing