Chapter 82: Beer

**~ Cayden’s POV ~**

I haven’t felt rage like this before. Not ever.

Lilith just said it—my babies are around.

The moment the word "twins" left her mouth, something cracked open inside me. It wasn’t just relief. It wasn’t just shock. It was something deeper, something primal—like the roar of a father who’s never even laid eyes on his children but already knows he’d tear the world apart for them.

A boy and a girl. Two tiny lives. Two souls I never got to meet, never got to hold. And yet, I could already see them in my mind—their tiny hands wrapped around my finger, their breaths soft against my chest. That image alone nearly brought me to my knees.

My pack. My territory. And my children had been here the entire time.

A growl tore from my throat before I could stop it, loud and guttural. The Elites flinched. I didn’t care. "Let’s find them," I snarled. "Now."

But no one moved.

Lilith turned slowly toward Caspian. "You have to be careful," she said. "There’s a ritual happening around them. A sacrifice. The witches are guarding the place—you can’t just barge in. Not with this kind of emotion. You’ll ruin everything."

I didn’t care. I was ready to tear through every witch in this damn city if it meant I could touch my babies.

But then Lilith looked at Caspian again. "You... you’ll go," she said quietly. "You’re calmer. You can think."

I wanted to argue, to scream, but even I knew she was right. I was shaking, unstable, ready to burn everything down. Caspian, on the other hand, was still. Focused. His eyes flicked to me and softened for a second.

"I’ll bring them back," he promised. "I swear it, Cayden. I’ll bring your son and daughter home."

Lilith turned toward me this time. Her voice dropped. "And you... you better be ready to be a father to them. A real one."

map. She laid it out flat and traced a path

jacket. He gave me one last look—one of those wordless, brotherly looks that held a

then he

of wolves followed after him. The high house door shut behind them, and all I could do was stand there in the silence,

her felt fragile, like glass still hot from the fire, ready to crack

walked up to

need a very good relationship —if we were going to raise those babies together. Properly. As

didn’t know what they looked like yet... I didn’t even know if they’d be warm

lifted to meet mine, tired and

nothing, but I could

them. Not yet," I murmured, voice hoarse. "Join me

for her answer. I didn’t even know if what I said made sense. Words were slipping out

shirt, the night already settling over the kingdom like a veil.

a ceremony for the twins soon. Maybe a naming one.

The softest inhale. A

too much. Of the last time. The way her body

doing it with Caspian... she’d satisfied

your happy place," Hazel said softly as she stepped up beside me. Her voice was quieter than usual, more thoughtful, and I glanced over at her with a small

nursing. She gave me that skeptical look—the one she always gave when she thought I was

with a light chuckle, trying to ease the tension. "Loosen

took the bottle from me. The moment the bitter liquid touched her tongue, her face scrunched up and she coughed into

chuckled again, patting her gently on the back

turned to me fully. "Cayden..." Her eyes found mine, wide and

apology.

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