Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: The Great Caspian.

*~Cayden’s POV~*

The council meeting had just been dismissed, the murmurs of departing alphas still echoing faintly down the hall. Preparations for the coming ceremony—the naming of my children—were already set in motion. And with the masquerade ball only a few nights away, the pack’s focus had shifted to ensuring it would be a spectacle worthy of the Blue moon’s name.

Leon and I lingered in the council room after the others left. He poured us each a mug of beer, the foam rising lazily to the rim.

"Finally, I get to talk to you without you pacing like a caged wolf," Leon teased, sliding my drink over. "You seemed... tense before. Almost fearful, looking for your wife and children."

I took a long pull from the mug, letting the bitter liquid settle on my tongue before swallowing. "Well, my babies are back, and so is my mate," I said with a grin. "I have every reason to smile now."

We both chuckled, the sound easy and light—for about three seconds—before Caspian entered the room.

"You missed the council meeting, brother," I said, watching the way his steps slowed. His face carried that familiar weight, the kind of look that had nothing to do with exhaustion and everything to do with whatever thoughts he refused to say aloud.

I stood, crossing the room to brush his shoulder with my hand. "Brother, Hazel is back. The babies are back. Everything is under control. The other packs fear us more than ever. We’ve grown stronger, richer... more respected. Why are you still so distressed?"

His jaw tightened. "Everything may seem fine to you, but Hazel—do you even care about what’s happening to her?"

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, here we go with the preaching again. What happened to Hazel now?"

"The memories," he said flatly. "I couldn’t erase all of Cyrius. She’s lost everything else—her sense of where she’s been, what she’s survived. She’s forgotten she met Lilith. She’s forgotten she was ever in prison. She feels like everything is... gone."

I leaned back against the table, arms folded. "Well, you did wipe her memory. What did you expect? That she’d come back perfectly fine? Just give her time."

Caspian’s eyes flicked up. "And where is Lilith? We should be arranging another meeting with her, to tell her about the babies."

I shook my head. "I haven’t seen Lilith since Cyrius kidnapped them."

"What?"

"Yes," I said, meeting his gaze. "We haven’t heard a single word from her."

"Then find her," Caspian said firmly. "I’m sure she’s lurking around somewhere."

Leon, who had been quietly sipping his beer in the background, spoke up. "Isn’t it strange we haven’t seen her? Not even once since Cyrius took the babies?"

I turned toward him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean..." Leon swirled his drink, his tone cautious. "You know her better than most, but I don’t completely trust her. She’s... giving me odd vibes. And her disappearing now—when her daughter and grandchildren are back—it’s suspicious."

Caspian nodded slowly. "News has already spread that we found them. She must have heard."

"Maybe she’s just keeping her distance," I said. "Let’s give her time. Lilith is a good woman—a good mother. She’ll come when she’s ready."

Leon didn’t look convinced. "Still... she should’ve been here by now."

I set my mug down with a sharp thud. "Why are you both trying to stir up problems where there are none? We should be deciding on the ball, the names for my twins, planning something joyful. Not poking at shadows just because you think they might be monsters."

Caspian took a deep breath. "It’s just... I’m worried for Hazel. And also Cyrius.—"

I cut him a glare sharp enough to silence him. "We don’t mention that name again."

He straightened. "You don’t want her to remember him, right?"

"Exactly. And it starts with all of us. That name dies here, in this room. Understood, brother?" I handed him another drink with a tight smile.

He nodded, accepting the mug. We poured and clinked them together, draining the beer in one long swallow.

I leaned back in my chair, studying Caspian over the rim of my mug. "When was the last time we fenced, brother?"

He turned his head toward me, brows pulling together like he was trying to remember. "I don’t know... probably five years ago."

Five years ago. Before everything with him.

I smirked. "Which, by the way, is exactly why we need to do it again. We refuse to even say Cyrius’ name...fine. Then let’s start doing things without him. Completely without him."

Caspian’s jaw flexed.

I tipped my head, letting my smirk deepen. "Unless you’re scared of me kicking your ass. That would be highly understandable."

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