Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136: Young Lilith VIII

*~Young Lilith’s POV~*

Then the swearing had begun. We were all seated in a dimly lit chamber, the air heavy with tension, as a silver bowl was passed around the circle. One by one, the newly chosen were told to drink.

The first two did without hesitation. As soon as the thick, metallic liquid touched their lips, a strange shimmer rippled through their eyes—shifting their color—and their entire appearance seemed to sharpen, almost predatory. Their presence alone felt heavier, like the room tilted toward them.

The bowl was lifted toward the third initiate when chaos struck.

The door slammed open. Someone barged in, knocking the bowl from Dahlia’s hand just as the third was about to drink. The crimson liquid splashed across the stone floor like spilled life.

Dahlia’s voice cracked like a whip. "What are you doing?"

"This isn’t what we signed up for!" the intruder shouted, chest heaving. "You’re poisoning them—turning them into something they’re not! This is wrong!"

"They are supposed to be under my control," Dahlia hissed, eyes flashing unnaturally bright. "Did you forget who breeds the Crescents? Who gives them their gift?"

"No!" the intruder shot back. "The whole point was to unite witches and wolves—no more war. Not enslave them to your will!"

Dahlia laughed, a sharp, cruel sound. "Unite? Fool. Power should never be shared. I created them, and I will rule through them."

From the shadows, a calm but firm voice rang out. "No. You won’t."

The cave burst open, revealing our Luna. Behind her stood my father and several others—parents, warriors—eyes fierce with defiance.

Dahlia stiffened. "So... you’re all turning against me now?"

Our Luna stepped forward, unwavering. "We’re ending this before it goes too far."

"Oh?" Dahlia tilted her head, a cruel smile spreading across her lips. "What will your Alpha say when he finds out what you’ve been hiding? This little secret organization of yours?"

"The Alpha won’t know...Unless I tell him," Luna replied smoothly, refusing to flinch.

"Hmmm... His darling pregnant wife, of course he will only listen to you... But they’ll kill you before then."

A smile curved on the Luna’s mouth..." Really.. How can you do that old witch?"

Dahlia’s smile widened, sharp as glass. "Two of them have already drunk from the bowl. They’re mine now. And I can command them to tear you all apart before you take another step."

My father stepped forward, shoulders squared. "They are two young Crescents. We are full-blooded wolves. You overestimate your hold on them."

"Do I?" Dahlia snapped her fingers.

The two who had drunk lunged forward with a speed and ferocity that left the air crackling. Parents shifted mid-stride, fur bristling, teeth flashing, colliding with the Crescents in a blur of violence.

Those two were strong. Strong enough to slam two fully shifted wolves into the cavern wall like they were nothing. My father’s body came flying towards me, and still, he gritted his teeth and went back in.

Seventeen wolves against two half-formed Crescents—and it was barely enough.

A shiver slid down my spine. If that is their strength without tapping into their witch blood... what am I capable of?

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