Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Damn it!

Warning! This Chapter contains a sensitive topic such as child deaths.

*~Caspian’s POV~*

We finally arrived at the location Lilith had given us. The moment we stepped in, the air shifted—cold, charged, almost vibrating with the residue of dark magic. Witches were present. I signaled to the others. We stayed low, alert, and ready.

Then—an arrow whizzed through the air.

I ducked instinctively, growling as it missed me by an inch. Another arrow flew, this time grazing Leon’s shoulder. And then they emerged—witches, camouflaged in dirt-toned robes, their faces marked with ash and bark. They weren’t using spells... they were fighting with Arus—nature-bound weapons.

Just like I suspected.

They were remnants of a coven, not whole. Dallia had been their tether to power—she was their anchor, the one who connected them to the spirit of the earth. Without her, they couldn’t cast properly. They were weakened. Unstable.

Which made them easier targets.

Aurora moved like fire through the chaos—five witches on her, and not a single one could land a hit. Her power wasn’t borrowed from any coven. She drew directly from nature itself. A wild witch. Very rare strong type.

Then A screech..it was a loud small tone. My eyes snapped toward the sound. A baby’s cry.

My heart slammed against my ribs. Aurora turned to me, panting. Her hand gripped mine. "Those are the babies," she whispered urgently, and then—without warning—kissed me.

A jolt of energy pulsed through me.

"Go," she said. "Now."

I nodded, and in a blink, I sprang into the trees, following the faint trail of sound. Branches scratched at my arms. My pulse thundered in my ears. I followed the cry, deeper and deeper until I—

Stopped.. right there center of the clearing... was a figure. Standing riding, half-shadowed by the low branches of a weeping willow.

And beneath him..A tree stump. With two bundles of cloth.

The babies.

My steps slowed. My hearing sharpened—one heartbeat. Just one.

No. No, no, no. There were four of us here—me, the figure, and two babies. Why was I hearing only one?

Something was wrong. The figure dropped something—a small cup. His hands trembled. He turned slowly, and my chest seized.

him since

filled with something I couldn’t place—rage,

parted. "Caspian..." I didn’t speak.

why were

heart shivered. A piercing, unbearable ache bloomed in my chest as my gaze

then I bled through

as I shoved

babies.. two tiny bundles. Two fragile bodies wrapped in soft cloth, I dropped to my knees, hands trembling as I reached out. My fingers brushed

Hazel’s baby.... There are

skin—gods, their skin was already starting to change. A grayish

No No. No. No.

turning blue.

vision blurred. My hands refused to stop shaking. I could barely

whispered, voice cracking. "I promised her I would bring them back. I told

up, throat raw, and glared at

you

Caspian, I swear to you, this was never

babies!" I roared, my voice echoing into the trees. "If you wanted revenge, you would

never meant to hurt them! The witch—she took the powers from them. She gave them to me. And then everything... everything

through his hair. "They weren’t supposed to

screamed. I couldn’t

back cracked against the bark, and I pinned him there with one hand, fury roaring through my veins. And then

Pale... dry... blue. It wasn’t just the babies. He

His eyes looked sunken, like the

just drained the babies. They’d

twins of their powers, passed them

on his

know how much pain Hazel has already endured? Do you even know the

I didn’t let

thread—and now you killed her children. Two

I lifted him higher. "What kind of monster are you? He

a monster..." he rasped. "You are."

and buried me alive for five years. You stole my life—my youth.

mind? You think if it were

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