Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 78: Danger

**~ Cyrius’s POV ~**

I dashed after her, into the crumbling ruins of the old building.

The air inside was thick cold and damp, with the heavy scent of moss and dust. The aura clung to my skin like a warning. Something terrible had happened here before. Maybe magic. Maybe blood. Maybe both.

I adjusted the twins, wrapped in cloth around my back. Their warmth pressed into me, steady and fragile. I kept one hand on them and the other ready at my side.

I spotted her silhouette tucked in the corner.

I moved carefully. Just as I turned around the pillar..

Steel met my throat.

A sharp dagger pressed into my neck, and I froze.

Her breath was shaky. Her brown eyes wide with fear, shimmering with tears—but her hand didn’t tremble. She was scared, yes, but brave.

I reacted quickly.

I knocked the blade aside and shoved her backward. She slammed against the cracked wall with a grunt. I closed the distance between us before she could recover, pinning her with one hand.

And then...Heather cried.

A soft, high-pitched wail. Muffled but undeniable. The girl’s expression twisted in confusion, her gaze darting to the babies strapped against my back.

She hadn’t expected that.

"What do you want?" she whispered, voice trembling, breath shallow.

I stared her down. "Your help," I said, voice low. "You. Your coven. The rest of Dahlia’s witches...what’s left of them."

Her lips parted. "Dahlia?"

"Don’t lie to me," I growled. "I’ve seen her. And you" I glanced her up and down. "You have her eyes. You move like her. You smell like her. You are one of them."

"I.." she started, but I wasn’t in the mood.

I pressed my arm across her throat. Just enough to make her cough.

"I don’t want games. I’ll end you right now. Then I’ll find the others and end them too. So choose wisely. Help me or die."

She gasped. "We..we don’t have anything left!" she choked out. "There’s nothing to help you with! We’ve lost everything. Our powers. Our anchor. Dahlia is dead. Our Queen Mother is gone. Without her, we’re not witches. We’re just women now. Human."

I narrowed my eyes. "You’re lying."

She shook her head, desperate. "You think we want this? You think we chose to live in hiding, powerless? We need her too."

I looked at her for a long moment. My jaw clenched. My fingers flexed against my palm. And then, finally..I spoke.

"I’m on your side."

Her eyebrows knit. "What?"

"I said—I’m on Dahlia’s side," I repeated. "She found me. Woke me from the coffin. Promised to help me become a Crescent. Promised me power. In exchange, I promised her the babies."

Her eyes widened.

She looked past me—toward the twins, now silent but watchful, pressed against my back.

"Are they—?" she whispered.

I said. "They’re the prophesied ones. The reason for all of this. And I got them. I

as if seeing holy relics. Her lips parted. "Oh my

"But I will become one if you waste my

stunned. Then, suddenly, she straightened back to the wall, eyes

said quickly. "If what you say is true, they’ll be hunting you. They’ll find you.

that already,"

Trackers with blood ties. If they catch a whiff of one of those

"What do I do?"

over her shoulder—then back to

gather the others. I’ll call a meeting with

you expect me to trust

honestly. "But what choice do

I paused.

Fair enough.

reached up and pulled a necklace from around her neck. It was a simple charm. A black stone, cracked in the center, with

"is all we have left of Dahlia’s protection. It doesn’t cast magic

you lost

not witches anymore," she

raised an eyebrow. "You sound a

softly. "We all sound like

down at the stone....Then

come," I said. "But only once. If I smell a

mark at the East

...

just

down..I knew

where half the population would soon realize their Alpha’s heirs were missing. And not just missing..twins. That alone would set off every siren in the pack. The moment their wolves caught the scent of it, there’d be no more

So I ran.

go far. Just past the edge

didn’t want to go too far, in case something changed. But I needed to stay out of range. Needed to keep them

So I waited.

twins. I fed them coconut milk I’d saved from earlier and managed to change their clothes thanks

Technically, I paid.

stole

didn’t steal

babies. That counts

fell and it was

me and tucked it inside my shirt. I cradled the twins close and sped toward the East Gate wall. But the moment

There were wolves everywhere.

patrol had already started locking down the border. I could smell their

crow’s blood mark just like she’d told me to and it led me

Then..figures stepped out.

Three of them.

Cloaked. Moving like shadows in

I tensed.

the babies tighter

the dagger beneath

of them pulled off

was her. The witch

you," she said softly, "I’d find

She turned and gestured.

moved for several minutes until the path opened—and in front of us was

the center, encircled by stones, ashes, and glowing

emerged

of the hut. All women. Some

One stepped forward.

cut

at me. "This is a trap. This is a Salvatore! He reeks of the High