Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 67: Caring uncle

**~ Cyrius POV ~**

I walked out with the babies in my arms... ignoring her screams. Yes, it hurts. It tears through me like wildfire. But I’ve survived worse.

My birthright was stolen from me. I spent years in a coffin, daggered, forgottenby my own brothers. All that time buried beneath the earth, while the world moved on without me. While he took everything that was meant to be mine.

Thanks to Dahlia, I’ve awakened. She’s the only one who saw what I truly am....what I could become. She told me to stay hidden, to wait in that cursed box until the time was right. Until I could get them.

The babies.

Now that I have them, the next step is finding her. She promised me power. She said their blood could awaken something ancient, something crescent, buried deep inside me. And once she draws it out...I will rise. Stronger than anyone. Stronger than the brothers who left me to rot.

I’ll become the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack.

The title that should have belonged to all three of us... but they gave it to Cayden. Why? Because he was stronger? Faster? More favored?

We’re triplets. Born under the same blood moon. We were meant to be equal. But he got the crown, and I got the coffin. I paused at the threshold of the High House. Correct content is on NovelFire

I turned one last time too see Hazel.

She was crumpled on the floor, wailing, her body wracked with sobs, her voice hoarse from screaming. Gods... I’d just met her, but something inside me already ached for her. A pain deeper than rage. She’s my mate. I know it. I feel it in my bones, in my blood.

Part of me wanted to run back, lift her up, hold her close and whisper promises I’m not sure I can keep. To mark her. Claim her. Love her the way no one else ever could. We could disappear together. Start over. Just us.

But no... not yet...Not now.

is right make her untouchable, unbreakable. But first, I need to become

Outside the High House, I struck the sky with a burst of fireworks. Just like Dahlia told me to. The moment I secured the babies, I was to ignite them...it would

in the dense clearing she told me about.

waiting. Seconds turned into minutes.

Still... nothing.

out a shrill, furious cry. My

It didn’t help.

I groaned, trying to soothe her. "You’re a pretty girl... pretty girls don’t cry, right? Shhh..." But she didn’t

I heard it—a low, desperate growl from

hand through my hair. "You guys are hungry? Well... your mom’s not here, and we just need

They screamed louder, louder than before...like banshees in the dark. I turned, frantically searching the

until I saw a

the trunk. Three coconuts fell. I cracked them open with brute force, poured the liquid into a curled leaf, shredded

perfect...but it was

face red with exhaustion.

was tasting something foreign. Her soft red eyes like

out a burp.

too, as if her contentment soothed him. Or maybe...

only calm ’cause

and he gulped it down like a beast...faster than lightning. Just like his father. His eyes, those piercing Hazel-like eyes, glared at me with suspicion... but his face his face was

smiled up at me, giggling, her toothless mouth stretching