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

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

clawing at my skin, desperate

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

one responsible... was my

my voice drenched in fury. "I

closed his eyes. "Then

mouth with both hands, sobbing as if the ground had cracked beneath her. "My grandchildren... they

my arms tighter around my twins, rocking slightly, back and forth,

remember

go—and the next, they were in my mother’s trembling arms, wrapped gently as if sleep would somehow return if the blanket

And I stood.

Everything inside me splintered.

was still on the floor, coughing up blood, his jaw

"Yeah... go on. Kill me. What haven’t you done to me already? What’s one more hit? What’s one more scar?" His eyes burned.

That was it.

I launched.

breathe. I didn’t stop to think. I just hit him. Again. And again. And

pounding into him. "You used my

Bones cracked. He didn’t

should have died years

from behind me. "Cayden! You’ll kill

bared. "And

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

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

And then...

Cyrius went still.

Completely still.

moving. His lips parted, but no breath came out. Blood trickled from his nose, but he didn’t

rage melting into confusion.