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

die!" Cyrius cried, struggling against the chains. "I swear it..I thought they’d survive. I thought it would just... drain them a little.

my vision. I could feel Ragnar clawing at my skin, desperate to

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

the one responsible... was my own

drenched in fury. "I should rip you

resist. He closed his eyes. "Then

hands, sobbing as if the ground had

around my twins, rocking slightly, back and forth,

don’t remember

holding my 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

And I stood.

Everything inside me splintered.

on the floor, coughing up blood, his jaw

on. Kill me. What haven’t you done to me already? What’s one more

That was it.

I launched.

I didn’t stop to breathe. I didn’t

pounding into him. "You

sprayed. Bones cracked. He didn’t fight

died

voice rang out from

bared. "And why

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

But I didn’t wait.

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

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

And then...

Cyrius went still.

Completely still.

parted, but no breath came out. Blood trickled from his nose, but he didn’t wipe it.

slowly, my rage melting