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 we sealed him in the coffin five years

and filled with something I couldn’t place—rage,

lips parted. "Caspian..." I didn’t speak. My eyes darted to the

were they

bloomed in my chest as my gaze locked with his—Cyrius.

then I bled through

through my body as I shoved him backward, the weight of everything

in soft cloth, I dropped to my knees, hands trembling as I reached out. My fingers

baby.... There

Their tiny chests didn’t rise. Their eyes were shut, and their skin—gods, their skin was already starting to change. A grayish tint crept

No No. No. No.

blue. Like they were—like

blurred. My hands refused to stop shaking. I could

"I promised her I

raw,

did you do,

Caspian, I swear to you, this was

would come for me. You

the powers from them. She gave them

shook his head violently, eyes wide, fingers clawing through his hair. "They weren’t supposed to die! I thought they were

I

as I slammed him against the nearest tree. His back cracked against the bark, and I

wasn’t just the babies. He was decaying

of his skin. His eyes looked sunken, like the life inside him was

the babies. They’d

twins of their powers, passed them a fake or poison to Cyrius,

tightened my grip on his throat, fury trembling in

already endured? Do you even know

opened, but I

now you killed her

shook as I lifted him higher. "What kind of monster

he rasped.

who sealed me in that coffin. You and Cayden. You daggered me and buried me alive for five years. You stole my life—my youth. While you lived—loved—mated, had

think I wouldn’t lose my mind? You think if

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