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 some twisted ritual—and now

didn’t know they would die!" Cyrius cried, struggling against the chains. "I swear it..I thought they’d

clawing at my skin, desperate

gently ran my fingers across their cheeks, but they were cold. Ice cold. And I had missed it—I hadn’t been there. I didn’t

responsible...

voice drenched in fury. "I should rip you apart right

resist. He closed his eyes.

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

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

don’t remember dropping

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

And I stood.

Everything inside me splintered.

blood, his jaw bruised, his face

haven’t you done to me already? What’s one

That was it.

I launched.

fist cracked against his cheek, again and again. I didn’t stop to breathe.

used them!" I screamed, pounding into him. "You used

Bones cracked. He didn’t fight

have died years ago!" I

rang out from behind

bared. "And why do

a second, I saw it in his eyes—he didn’t have an answer.

But I didn’t wait.

Cyrius by the collar, and slammed him into the floor.

lost. Broken.

And then...

Cyrius went still.

Completely still.

chest, already struggling, stopped moving. His lips parted, but no breath came out. Blood trickled from his nose, but he

my rage melting into confusion.