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.

"You used my children

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

blurred my vision. I could feel Ragnar clawing at my skin,

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

responsible...

kill you," I whispered, trembling, my voice drenched in fury. "I should rip you

closed his eyes. "Then

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

twins, rocking

remember

I was 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

What’s one

That was it.

I launched.

breathe. I didn’t stop to think. I just hit

screamed, pounding into

cracked. He didn’t fight

died years ago!" I

from behind me. "Cayden! You’ll

around, teeth bared.

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

But I didn’t wait.

into the floor.

voice breaking. "I thought you were lost. Broken. But you were just a monster waiting to ruin everything

And then...

Cyrius went still.

Completely still.

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

backed away slowly, my rage melting into confusion. "No... no,