Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

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 across the city. "They’re here," she said, tapping the spot. "Deep in the witch

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

he was

shut behind them, and all I could do was stand

still looked paranoid. Even though she was back—her emotions, her eyes, her voice—something about her

up to

to be enough. We need a very good relationship —if we were going to raise those babies together. Properly. As a real mother and father

they looked like yet...

to her slowly. Her eyes lifted to meet mine, tired and wary but

said nothing, but I could feel her

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

Words were slipping out of me like air from

tugging at my shirt, the night already settling over the kingdom like a veil. I cracked open a beer, not because I needed it, but because it gave my fingers something to do. Something that wasn’t

soon. Maybe a naming one. Maybe something

my ear catch... The softest inhale. A breath just behind

it reminded me too much. Of the last time. The way her body melted into mine, the

doing it with Caspian... she’d satisfied

softly as she stepped up beside me. Her voice was quieter than usual, more thoughtful,

gave me that skeptical look—the one she always gave when she thought I was up

teased with a light chuckle, trying to ease the tension.

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

chuckled again, patting her gently on the

her breath, and then turned to me fully. "Cayden..." Her eyes found

by the apology. "Oh—no, it’s okay.