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."

She laid it out flat and

gave me one last look—one of those wordless, brotherly looks that

he was

shut behind them, and all I could do was

still looked paranoid. Even though she was back—her emotions, her eyes, her voice—something about her felt fragile, like glass still hot from the fire, ready to crack if touched

walked up

be enough. We need a very good relationship —if we were going to raise those babies together.

there somewhere. I didn’t know what they looked like yet... I didn’t even know if they’d

eyes lifted to meet mine, tired and wary but locked in. A small

I know it." She said nothing, but I could feel her heart

delete them. Not yet," I

know if what I said made sense. Words were slipping out of me like air from a cracked balloon—hollow, breathless, directionless. I

rooftop and sat down slowly, the wind tugging at my shirt, the night already settling over the kingdom like a veil. I cracked open a beer, not because

throw a ceremony for the twins soon. Maybe a naming one. Maybe something deeper. They

softest inhale. A breath just behind me.

her body melted into mine, the way her

with Caspian... she’d satisfied

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

bottle of beer I’d been nursing. She gave me that skeptical look—the one she always gave when she thought

chuckle, trying to ease the tension. "Loosen

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

her gently on the back as she wiped

fully. "Cayden..." Her eyes found mine, wide and honest. "I’m sorry.

blinked, surprised by the apology. "Oh—no,