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.

them?" I choked. "You used my children for some twisted ritual—and now

die!" Cyrius cried, struggling against the chains. "I swear it..I thought they’d survive. I thought it

Ragnar clawing at my skin, desperate to

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

one responsible... was my

trembling, my voice drenched in

He closed his eyes. "Then do

sobbing as if the ground had cracked

my arms tighter around my twins, rocking slightly, back

remember

babies like porcelain—afraid they’d crack if I let go—and the next, they were in my mother’s trembling arms, wrapped gently as if sleep would somehow return if the

And I stood.

Everything inside me splintered.

the floor, coughing up blood, his jaw bruised,

smiling bitterly through the blood. "Yeah... go on. Kill me. What haven’t you done to me already? What’s one more hit? What’s one more scar?"

That was it.

I launched.

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

screamed, pounding

cracked. He didn’t fight

should have died years ago!"

voice rang out from behind me. "Cayden! You’ll

teeth bared. "And why

I saw it in his eyes—he didn’t have an answer. Maybe even he

But I didn’t wait.

and slammed him into the floor. He gasped, blood pooling from his mouth, his

were lost. Broken. But you were just

And then...

Cyrius went still.

Completely still.

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

rage melting into confusion.