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.

I choked. "You used my

the chains. "I swear it..I

feel Ragnar clawing at my skin, desperate to shift, to

down 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 missed it—I hadn’t been there. I didn’t

the one responsible...

kill you," I whispered, trembling, my voice drenched

closed his eyes. "Then

hands, sobbing

wrapped my arms tighter around my twins, rocking

don’t remember

the next, they were in my mother’s trembling

And I stood.

Everything inside me splintered.

his

up, 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?" His eyes burned. "You killing me would be

That was it.

I launched.

his cheek, again and again. I didn’t stop to breathe. I didn’t stop to think. I just hit him. Again. And again.

them!" I screamed, pounding into

sprayed. Bones cracked. He

died years ago!" I

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

teeth bared. "And why do you

I saw it in his eyes—he

But I didn’t wait.

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

"I thought you were lost. Broken. But you were just a monster waiting to

And then...

Cyrius went still.

Completely still.

Blood trickled from his nose, but he didn’t wipe it. His eyes stared

my rage melting into confusion. "No... no,