Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 68: Adventure

**~ Cyrius POV (Continued) ~**

But even though I wanted to search for them... where would I even begin?

I had no idea where Dahlia could be. I didn’t know her movements, her hiding places, or even who she trusted. The only place I’d ever seen her was the one I’d just come from...the cave where she found me, where I had been daggered and locked away for years in that damned coffin.

She came with a wolf that night. A male.

I didn’t get a good look at him then, the pain had blurred my vision, but something about his scent felt familiar. Sharp. Old. Like the forest. I’d smelled that before. Maybe he was an elder from my own pack... or a traitor from another. But even that was just speculation.

The truth is...I was grasping at straws.

Where the hell was I supposed to look for a centuries-old witch who vanished like mist and spoke in riddles?

I glanced down at the babies in my arms tiny, helpless, and now sleeping. I couldn’t go trekking through woods and shadowy paths with two newborns dangling from my arms like luggage.

Something had to change. I looked around. The place was barren—just trees, roots, and earth. I scanned the area for anything, anything, that I could use. Maybe a cloth, a wide-enough piece of fabric, something I could tie around myself and carry them with.

Nothing. Just the thin little sheets their mother had wrapped around them after giving birth. Still warm from her body. I swallowed hard at the memory.

Then my eyes landed on a nearby tree—with leaves the size of my forearm.

I walked over, grabbed one of the enormous leaves, and used my claws to carefully cut a few more. With some strong vines hanging from nearby branches, I fashioned a sling of sorts...wrapping the babies securely against my chest and tightening the vines across my shoulders. It was makeshift. Crude. But it worked. The leaves were strong and wide enough to cradle both of them, their small faces peeking out against my skin.

I exhaled. "There," I whispered. "Now we’re ready."

I looked down at them. "So... we’re going on an adventure, little ones."

I reached for more coconuts and cracked them open with my hands, scooping the water into a wooden shell and pressing out the soft pulp again. I didn’t know how long we’d be out here. Didn’t know when Dahlia would appear. But one thing was clear—these babies needed to be fed. And until something better came along, coconut milk would have to do.

"You’ll feed on this for a while," I muttered, half to them, half to myself. "At least until I find that damn witch."

They didn’t respond, obviously..But I kept staring.

"You’ll need names," I added after a moment. "Can’t just keep calling you ’girl’ and ’boy.’"

I turned to the girl, nestled gently against my chest. Her little hands were curled like rosebuds. Her mouth slightly open. Peaceful.

There was something about her stillness. It reminded me of her.

Her strength, her quiet fire. The softness she wore like armor. The girl looked exactly like her, and the longer I watched her sleep, the more it tugged at me.

"You look so much like your mother..." I whispered.

Then the name just dropped from my lips like it had been waiting in my throat.

"I’ll name you Heather."

like Hazel. Felt

a flower that grows through

cheek gently. "Heather," I repeated. "Yeah...

he knew

could rival mine

his father. The kind of face that drew attention. The kind that people followed. And those eyes Hazel’s

at him. "What do I

I muttered, adjusting the wrap. "Don’t give me that look. I’m

under my

soft. Cyrus? Well we

the adventure

everything was intact—the makeshift sling, the coconuts pressed into milk, the twins snug against my chest—and with no destination in mind except away, we started walking.

sun sank. Shadows deepened. My legs burned. And then, by some twist of fate or perhaps

streets I once walked

of my jacket low over my face. I needed a good cover now. I knew it...Cayden and Caspian would have wolves out in packs, sniffing through every alley, every corner, desperate to find me and the babies. And if they caught me before I was

I clawed out of that cursed coffin. My stomach was

favorite bar. It looked different now—" painted over, renamed, but the

stepped inside and sat

and a braid hanging over one shoulder, glanced at me. Her expression was indifferent....until her eyes dropped to the bundle of leaves wrapped

confusion. Her discomfort. But I didn’t

sniggered and raised two

lingered again on the babies.

the leaf sling small, fidgeting. She shivered, stepping back with a questioning look. I

few seconds, then

she left, I reached into the pouch I’d tied to my side earlier. The crushed coconut milk from before—still warm, still usable. I carefully fed it to

eyes fluttering, calm for now.

a steaming plate in front of me—rice, peppered meats, and a hunk of buttered bread. I didn’t wait. I

off my fingers when her voice cut

"Sir... that’ll be one-fifty."

I blinked. "One-fifty what?"

tone sharpened. "One

My jaw tensed.

Money.

As the son of the Alpha, the future heir of Blue

rogue with two babies and a fake

sigh. "I’m... sorry," I muttered, trying to sound pathetic. "As you can see, these are my children. Their mother left

but you have to

clenched my jaw. "I said I

lips tightened. "Then I’ll have