Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182: Last fight

*~Cayden’s POV~*

Caspian and Hazel had just left—not long ago. And honestly... he was right.

I am the Alpha. I have a lot to deal with. Responsibilities. A pack to lead. I shouldn’t be roaming around restlessly, chasing ghosts.

But still... my thoughts were crashing down like a million bricks.

How? When? How did Cyrius return? How did he resurrect from the graveyard, I personally sealed shut and buried?

None of it made sense, I rushed to Aurora’s room. She was on the floor, her clothes soaked with blood.

"Aurora... are you okay?" I asked, panic clear in my voice.

She looked up at me, her face pale but calm. "I’m fine," she breathed. "I just need to limit my use of dark magic for a while. It’s... draining me."

"Yes, you need to stop," I said firmly, my eyes scanning every inch of her for fresh wounds.

She gave a weak smile. "Why are you here?"

I hesitated.

She wasn’t in the best state, but I had no time for soft approaches.

"How did Cyrius resurrect?" I asked. "He should still be buried in the graveyard with the rest of the vampires. And the Crescents... where are they? Where’s Lilith?"

I clenched my jaw. "Something feels off. Really off. I can’t shake the feeling that something big is coming, Aurora. Something bad."

For the first time, I admitted the truth out loud.

"I feel... helpless."

She looked into my eyes, her expression softening.

"I understand," she said gently. "And I don’t know what’s happening either. But the moment I can stand—" her voice hardened, "I will find out."

"I know what’s happening." The voice was weak, strained... but full of certainty.

We all turned toward the doorway—and there she was.

Lilith....Barely standing. Her body bruised, blood crusted on her temple. She looked even worse than Aurora. So bad that Aurora immediately tried to rise from the bed to help her, but I stepped in, guiding her back down.

I approached her. "Lillith, what happened to you? What’s going on?"

She exhaled shakily, gripping the doorframe like it was the only thing keeping her upright.

"Danger," she rasped. "There’s danger coming. Where’s Hazel? And the babies? They need to be hidden. Now. Do you have any safe spots? Anywhere?"

"Hazel’s gone to France," I said, my heart already sinking. "She went to find the babies. Cyrius took them."

Her eyes widened in horror. "What? Hazel isn’t here? The babies are missing too?"

She stumbled inside. "No, no, no. This is bad. Very bad."

"What kind of danger, Lilith?" I asked.

She looked at me.

And then she whispered a name.

"Dahlia."

My blood ran cold. Ragnar howled deep inside me. My stomach twisted like something acidic had poured into it.

"Dahlia?" I repeated, barely able to say it aloud. "That’s impossible. She’s dead. You said so yourself—you took her to Hell and burned her there."

"I did," she said quietly. "But she’s back."

Aurora gasped, sitting upright despite her injuries.

"And somehow," Lilith continued, "she’s gotten control of the Crescents. They’re angry. Jonathan’s dead—their Alpha is gone. And Dahlia, their creator, has manipulated them. I don’t know how, but she’s leading them now. And that’s not all..."

She paused, her voice barely a whisper.

"The vampires... or something worse... may also be awake."

I blinked, a single name slipping past my lips. "Cyrius."

Lilith avoided my gaze.

"He’s the one who took Hazel’s babies," I said.

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