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

then folded the map and tucked it into his jacket. He gave me one last look—one of those wordless, brotherly

then he

high house door shut behind them, and all I could do was stand there in the silence,

emotions, her eyes, her voice—something about her felt fragile, like glass still hot from the fire, ready to crack if

up to her

"on good terms" was ever going to be enough. We need a very good relationship —if we were going to raise those babies together. Properly. As a

didn’t know what they looked like yet...

lifted to meet mine, tired and wary but locked in. A small silence stretched between

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

yet," I murmured, voice hoarse. "Join me

I said made sense. Words were slipping out of me

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 I needed it, but because it gave my

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

inhale. A breath just behind

reminded me too much. Of the last time. The way her body melted into mine, the way her mouth gasped and groaned, how sweet she tasted when

it with Caspian... she’d satisfied

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

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

chuckle, trying to ease the tension.

bottle from me. The moment the bitter liquid touched her tongue, her

hey—careful." I chuckled again, patting her gently on the back as she wiped her

nodded, still catching her breath, and then turned to me fully. "Cayden..." Her eyes found mine, wide and

by the apology. "Oh—no, it’s okay.