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.

used my children for

against the chains. "I swear it..I thought they’d survive.

I could feel Ragnar clawing at

cheeks, but

one responsible... was

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

resist. He closed his eyes. "Then

dropped to her knees beside me, clutching her mouth with both hands, sobbing as if the ground had cracked beneath her. "My grandchildren... they were just

wrapped my arms tighter around my twins, rocking slightly, back and forth, as grief swallowed me

don’t remember

next, they were in my mother’s trembling

And I stood.

Everything inside me splintered.

his jaw bruised, his face barely recognizable. And

on. Kill 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 iceberg,

That was it.

I launched.

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

I screamed, pounding into

Bones cracked. He

died

Caspian’s voice rang out from

around, teeth bared. "And

And for a second, I saw it in his eyes—he didn’t have an answer. Maybe even he wanted

But I didn’t wait.

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

lost. Broken. But you were just a monster waiting to ruin

And then...

Cyrius went still.

Completely still.

but no breath came out. Blood trickled from his nose, but he

backed away slowly, my rage melting into confusion. "No... no, no,