Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156: Young Lilith XXVII

[WARNING: 18+, Dark Themes, Infant Harm]

*~young Lilith’s POV~*

"Oh darling, you’re not even worth killing..." I said coolly, my eyes flicking toward her precious newborns. "But these adorable little babies? Oh, they’re a different story."

Her face paled.

"What are you going to name them?" I asked, circling the bassinet like a predator. "Let me guess... matching names for matching little monsters?"

"Please..." she whispered. "Just leave. I’ll call for help."

I tilted my head, lips curling into a smile. "Oh? You mean your dear husband? Mmm, he’s a little busy right now." I chuckled darkly. "Busy holding my child. Yes. Your husband is with my baby ... my child is in his hands while you’re here playing mommy-of-the-century."

I reached down and touched the soft cheek of the baby with crimson eyes and a slight growl in her larynx.

The Luna flinched, her maternal instincts flaring. She moved to pounce.

But I was quicker. My claws extended with a shing, and she froze.

"Too slow," I said softly. "If it were my child in danger, I’d have run straight into the blade."

She gasped—stung—and I added, venomously, "But not everyone deserves to be a mother."

Her eyes welled with tears, and her face darkened. "Why are you doing this?"

"You stole my life," I hissed. "You helped destroy everything I had. My family, my name, my child’s future. So tell me, do you really believe you deserve happiness?"

Her lips quivered. "Please—"

"No," I cut her off. "You deserve pain. Death is far too easy."

And then, without hesitation, I drove my claw straight into the chest of the red-eyed infant. The baby gave a gurgled gasp as blood trickled from its tiny mouth. The Luna’s knees buckled.

"Gotcha..." I whispered.

The look on her face... priceless. She couldn’t even scream. She just collapsed beside the cradle, staring at her lifeless child in frozen disbelief.

"What... have you done?" she managed to choke out.

I smirked. "Something cute. But actually... I have a plan."

I knew what I’d done. I had killed a child.

But I also knew what came next.

Yes—I had the power to bring the baby back. Through dark magic. But first, I wanted her to feel it. Let that pain etch itself into her soul. Even if I wiped the memory later, the echo would linger forever. That was the best punishment.

I turned back to the child’s limp body. The blood was still warm.

"Versa," I whispered, placing my hand gently over its tiny chest.

Dark veins exploded across my arms and surged through the baby’s body. Blood gushed from my nose. My body trembled, but I didn’t stop.

"What are you doing?!" the Luna shrieked, trying to run toward me.

The magic flung her across the room.

And then—with a sudden gasp—the baby’s eyes flew open. The red was deeper now. Darker. Corrupted.

I stared, stunned but satisfied. I had done it.

I had turned this child into something worse than a Crescent.

I had resurrected a wolf through forbidden magic.

And since these were triplets, their bond was still pure. Still connected. So I did it—I tied all three to the only thing left that mattered to me.

My daughter.

Though my baby was less than 24 hours old, her soul was bright enough to bind with. As I completed the ritual, the moon shimmered in the sky.

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