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.

Like a flower that grows through

cheek gently. "Heather," I

Still staring at me like he knew everything I’d done, like

mine and

drew attention. The kind that people followed. And those eyes Hazel’s

raised a brow at him. "What do

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

under my

Cyrus? Well we will decide

the adventure

had made sure everything was intact—the makeshift sling, the coconuts pressed into milk, the twins snug against my chest—and with no destination in mind

sun sank. Shadows deepened. My legs burned. And then, by some twist of fate or perhaps Dahlia’s lingering magic!we were

the streets I once walked freely. Before

have wolves out in packs, sniffing through every alley, every corner, desperate to

needed a damn drink. I hadn’t eaten since I clawed out of that cursed coffin. My stomach was growling

turned into the restaurant next to what used to be my favorite bar. It looked different now—" painted over, renamed,

inside

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

could feel her confusion. Her discomfort. But I didn’t

sniggered and raised two

eyes lingered again on the

small, fidgeting. She shivered, stepping back with a questioning look. I ignored

seconds, then motioned to her again. "Bring me

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. I didn’t need them crying

the milk, eyes fluttering, calm for

me—rice, peppered meats, and a hunk of

grease off my fingers when

"Sir... that’ll be one-fifty."

I blinked. "One-fifty what?"

tone sharpened. "One hundred

My jaw tensed.

Money.

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

just a rogue with two babies

pathetic. "As you can see, these are my children. Their mother left

sir, but you

said I don’t have a

tightened. "Then I’ll