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."

sounded like Hazel. Felt

strong. Like a flower that grows

her cheek gently. "Heather," I repeated.

at me like he knew everything I’d done, like he was judging

glare could rival mine and that was

attention. The kind that people followed. And those

raised a brow at him. "What do I

wrap. "Don’t give me that look. I’m your uncle. You better hold

chuckled under my

Too soft. Cyrus? Well we

the adventure

sling, the coconuts pressed into milk, the twins snug against my chest—and with no destination in mind except away, we started

some twist of fate or perhaps Dahlia’s lingering magic!we were back at the edges of New

streets I once walked freely. Before the coffin. Before the

hood 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

damn drink. I hadn’t eaten since I clawed out of that cursed coffin.

my favorite bar. It looked different now—" painted

inside and sat

a young woman with caramel-toned skin and a braid hanging over one shoulder, glanced at me. Her expression was indifferent....until her eyes dropped to

confusion. Her

raised two

poured them. Her eyes lingered again on

sling small, fidgeting. She shivered, stepping back with a questioning

one in a few seconds, then

to my side earlier. The crushed coconut milk from before—still warm, still usable. I carefully fed it to the babies. They drank quietly, thankfully.

calm for now. Goddess, I needed them

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

even finished licking the grease off my

"Sir... that’ll be one-fifty."

I blinked. "One-fifty what?"

sharpened. "One hundred

My jaw tensed.

Money.

for anything. As the son of the Alpha, the future heir of Blue Moon, everything had been handed to me. Doors

with two babies and a

you can see, these are

but you have

"I said I don’t have a

lips tightened. "Then I’ll have to