Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 85: Don’t tell her!

*~Cayden’s POV~*

No one answered me.

"Answer me!" I roared, my voice shaking the walls of the house. "What the hell is going on?!"

Still...silence.

I looked around, my chest heaving, vision blurring. My babies were in my arms, their tiny bodies limp and cold, their faces already turning a pale shade of blue from decay. No breath. No pulse... not even warmth

I shook my head slowly, violently, as if denying it hard enough would make it untrue.

"No... No, they’re just sleeping," I whispered. "They’re just cold... They’ve been through a lot... they’re just tired—"

But even as I said it, I knew I was lying. Their skin had lost that new-baby softness. Their lips were a faded purple. Their fingers had stiffened. These weren’t signs of sleep. These were signs of death.

And still... I held them tighter.

I dropped to my knees right there in the foyer, clutching them to my chest as my heart cracked open. "My babies," I gasped. "No, no, no... you’re okay. Daddy’s here. I’m here."

My mother began to sob behind me. Loud, guttural cries...nothing like the elegant woman she always presented to the world. "No... not the babies... not them..."

"Who did this?" I growled again, looking up, my eyes wild. "Who?"

That’s when I turned to him..."Cyrius?" My voice was a whisper now. A broken question.

He lifted his head, just barely. His eyes met mine—bloodshot, tired, empty.

"I did it," he rasped. "It’s my fault." The room spun in my face.

"I stole everything..." His voice cracked, and he coughed violently, blood dripping from his lips. "I daggered Caspian. I took Hazel. I kept her in a coffin for five years. I needed... the twins. Their power."

"You..." I couldn’t breathe. "You what?!"

"I didn’t want to hurt them," he whispered. "But it was the only way. Dahlia... she promised...she said she could make me Crescent. I just wanted to be one of you." The words slammed into me like iron fists.

choked. "You used my children for some twisted

Cyrius cried, struggling against the chains. "I swear it..I

vision. I could feel Ragnar clawing at my skin,

at my babies again. So small. So still. I gently ran my fingers across their cheeks, but they were cold. Ice

the one responsible... was my

I whispered, trembling, my voice drenched in fury. "I should rip

closed his

her mouth with both hands, sobbing as if the ground

arms tighter around my twins, rocking

remember dropping

were in my mother’s trembling arms, wrapped gently as if sleep would somehow

And I stood.

Everything inside me splintered.

up blood, his jaw

me. What haven’t you done to me already? What’s one more hit? What’s one more scar?" His eyes burned. "You killing me would be a tip of the damn

That was it.

I launched.

cheek, again and again. I didn’t stop to breathe. I didn’t stop to think. I just

them!" I screamed, pounding

Bones cracked. He

died years ago!" I

out from behind me.

bared. "And why do you

his eyes—he didn’t have an answer. Maybe even he

But I didn’t wait.

back, grabbed Cyrius by the collar, and slammed him into the floor. He gasped, blood pooling from his mouth, his body

trusted you," I snarled, my voice breaking. "I thought you were lost. Broken. But

And then...

Cyrius went still.

Completely still.

but no breath came out. Blood trickled from

I backed away slowly, my rage