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 noveldrama

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 them?" I choked. "You used my children for some twisted ritual—and now they’re DEAD?!"

"I didn’t know they would die!" Cyrius cried, struggling against the chains. "I swear it..I thought they’d survive. I thought it would just... drain them a little. Not—this."

Rage blurred my vision. I could feel Ragnar clawing at my skin, desperate to shift, to tear into something—someone.

I looked 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 protect them.

And the one responsible... was my own brother.

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

Cyrius didn’t resist. He closed his eyes. "Then do it."

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

I wrapped my arms tighter around my twins, rocking slightly, back and forth, as grief swallowed me whole.

I don’t remember dropping them.

One moment 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 somehow return if the blanket was tight enough.

And I stood.

Everything inside me splintered.

Cyrius was still on the floor, coughing up blood, his jaw bruised, his face barely recognizable. And yet... alive.

He looked 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 a tip of the damn iceberg, Cayden."

That was it.

I launched.

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

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

Blood sprayed. Bones cracked. He didn’t fight back.

"You should have died years ago!" I roared.

"Stop!" Caspian’s voice rang out from behind me. "Cayden! You’ll kill him!"

I spun around, teeth bared. "And why do you care?!"

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

But I didn’t wait.

I turned back, grabbed Cyrius by the collar, and slammed him into the floor. He gasped, blood pooling from his mouth, his body twitching.

"I trusted you," I snarled, my voice breaking. "I thought you were lost. Broken. But you were just a monster waiting to ruin everything we love."

And then...

Cyrius went still.

Completely still.

His chest, already struggling, stopped moving. His lips parted, but no breath came out. Blood trickled from his nose, but he didn’t wipe it. His eyes stared blankly toward the ceiling.

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

Caspian rushed forward, placing fingers at his throat, at his wrist. Then he stilled.

"He’s dead," Caspian whispered..The room froze. Leon took a sharp breath. Aurora looked away.

Then we heard a voice.. shaky and familiar. "...What’s happening?

Everyone turned.

My heart dropped.

Hazel.

She stood in the hallway, barefoot, wrapped in a thin robe. Her hair fell in tangled waves around her face, and her lips were trembling, like she’d been running in a dream and just woke up.

She looked around slowly, eyes moving from the blood to Cyrius’s body—then to me, to Caspian, to my mother holding two tiny bundles that weren’t squirming. Weren’t crying.

Hazel’s hands started to shake.

Her voice cracked.

"Where... where are my babies?"

No one could speak because she must never know.

Hazel stood there in the doorway, her voice light—too light. A tiny laugh slipped from her lips, hopeful, almost playful. I could barely breathe.

"I said," she repeated, that soft smile still clinging to her mouth, "what’s happening?" She took a step forward, eyes sweeping across the room. "Cayden?" Her smile widened. "Is our baby here?"

She giggled. "Are they hiding? Where are they?"

A thousand knives pierced straight into my chest.

I couldn’t speak. My mouth opened, but the words got caught in my throat like thorns. She was looking at me with so much light, so much life in her. She looked... happy.

The room around us was suffocating. Mother was pale, holding the lifeless bundles against her chest, silently sobbing into their soft blankets. Caspian had taken a step back, jaw clenched, refusing to meet Hazel’s eyes. Even Aurora—strong, cold Aurora—looked like a child caught in the middle of a storm she couldn’t control.

Hazel’s eyes landed on Cyrius next.

Her smile faltered just a little. "Wait... why is he lying there?" she asked, voice gentling like she thought he was just asleep. "He’s bleeding..."

Still, no one answered...She looked back at me. "Cayden, say something." Her tone changed—just slightly. A shift in the wind. "You’re scaring me."

I stepped forward, slowly. "Hazel..."