Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 77: Burial

**~ Cyrius POV ~**

Day three.

It’s been three days of searching for Dahlia...and still, she’s nowhere to be found.

I’ve followed traces of her magic. Faint trails, flickers in the air, whispers in the wind. They always lead to something—a burned leaf, a twisted sigil etched into stone but never to her. Every time I think I’m getting closer, it all disappears like smoke.

And to make it worse... I’m traveling with babies.

No one warned me how exhausting this would be. No one said anything about diaper changes, sleepless nights, and random crying fits over absolutely nothing.

I can’t even remember the last time I slept for more than two hours. My back aches. My eyes burn—my patience... thin.

But still...I keep them close.

I’ve grown fond of them. Strangely.

Heather, for one, has a personality already. She doesn’t like being fed while lying down. She’ll scream bloody murder unless I hold her upright, facing me. And then there’s her brother still nameless, still observant. He doesn’t cry much unless she does, or when he’s hungry. He stares a lot. Like he’s thinking. Judging me.

We’re still in New Orleans. I know it’s dangerous. I should have fled by now. But something in my gut tells me Dahlia is still here. Her tracks though faint are rooted in this city.

And surprisingly... everything is quiet.

Cayden and Caspian haven’t launched a full-scale search yet, or if they have, they’re doing it quietly. No bounty hunters. No scent trackers. No wolfs clawing at my heels.

Just silence. Just me and the babies.

Like now.

I sat under a tree near the edge of the French Quarter, worn down and tired. The twins were curled against me...Heather was still wide awake, tugging at my hair like it was her toy, and the boy, already fast asleep in the crook of my elbow.

The breeze was warm. The streets hummed in the distance. For once, things were... still.

And then I heard voices.

A group of men passed nearby. Their conversation was light, casual, and I wouldn’t have paid them any mind if not for one word.

"Marcus."

My head snapped up. That name...

That was it.

That was the name Dahlia had mentioned to me when I first woke. Through my pain, through the haze of resurrection, she’d whispered a name..Marcus. I’d been struggling to remember it since. But now it echoed, loud and clear.

And then I heard the rest.

"Yeah, they’re burying him today. Alpha Cayden killed him and his last kid... brutal."

"Very brutal, to think he was the pack’s former beta."

My chest tightened. My pulse froze.

Killed?

Marcus... is dead?

straining to hear more. My entire body went

family got locked up. The girl too. They’re all done for. Alpha ordered a public burial. Guess it’s happening in a few hours him and that

dropped into my stomach. Everything

whined in protest, but I ignored it. My arms tensed around them. I stood

Marcus was dead.

get what I wanted. He knew things, secrets about the babies, about Hazel,

he was

Murdered by Cayden?

quickly, trailing the men at a distance through the streets. The twins bounced gently against my chest, but I cradled them tight. I couldn’t let them see too much. Couldn’t

My mind spun wildly.

would Cayden

did Marcus know that got

heading toward a small square near the edge of town—a public cemetery built for pack warriors and honored elders. I

still

at her, her little red eyes glinting like dying embers. She didn’t know what was going on. Neither did her brother.

were the reason all of

Marcus had died for them or Hazel then I

needed to see his

hear

at that

my surprise, the men I was following led me to a barrier right at the center stone of New Orleans, the oldest and most sacred place in the

crowd was

wolves or

toward the center, straining to see what was happening. The tension in the

A burial.

wolves emerged from the fog..dragging out not one, but two

large. Heavy. Covered in

smaller.

My throat tightened.

It was obvious.

was Marcus. The smaller..his

a chill

their hands over their faces as they muttered prayers. But not everyone. No. Most

spat from the

alive, even

with that witch! Thank the Goddess she’s

My heart froze.

Wait....What?

older man, wrinkled and bitter, stood with his chest puffed out like he was proud

were slow, deliberate, as I

I

under the hood. "You must be new around here. Marcus was working with Dahlia. That serpent. She’s dead now. Found her body empty of power. Burnt to

caught in

Dahlia. Dead.

no, no....It couldn’t

legs locked, knees

me power. She told me I’d rise again. That I’d become Crescent. That I’d get back everything that was stolen from me. That these babies would unlock something no other wolf

now they’re