Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184: We are back.

*~Cyrius’s POV~*

Indeed, I had gone back to France and Hazel was right. She led them straight to me.

From the shadows, I gazed up at the window, where she stood beside Caspian. He was holding her, comforting her. And jealousy burned through me like wildfire. How could she allow that? How could she let him touch her like that, knowing what he did to me?

The bastard. He drove a dagger down my spine. He and his brothers buried me—alive.

The darkness had nearly consumed me. I screamed Hazel’s name countless times, hoping she’d hear, hoping she’d come. She didn’t.

She was the only one I believed could save me.

But then I found out, they erased her memories. Perhaps... that explained why she never came. Why did she forget me?

My anger faded slightly, but the ache in my chest remained. Still, I couldn’t act on that pain. Not yet. These babies in my arms—the very same ones they called mystics—were too important. I had to protect them first.

Aaliyah stepped out of the shadows. I nodded. She knew what she had to do—distract Hazel, just enough to buy me time to return without being sensed. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

She moved quickly, blending into the shadows. And then.

Davina appeared beside me. "Took you long enough," she said, her voice clipped.

I turned to her. Davina—the witch who helped me transform, who used the blood of these innocent, sleeping babies to rewrite my fate.

"We need to get back to Dahlia. Now," she said firmly.

I glanced down at the twins. Still sleeping. Still peaceful. Then I looked back at Davina and extended my hand.

"Shall we?"

I took it, and Versa..

We arrived at the place where Dahlia was alive. Still breathing. I stood frozen, unable to believe it. I thought she was dead. I remembered the nights I searched for her, carrying these very same babies in my arms, thinking she had perished long ago.

Davina led me into the ancient catacomb, deep beneath the surface. The scent of dust, magic, and blood filled the air. We stepped inside the coffin chamber, and my breath caught in my throat.

There were many of them. Dozens. All with the same aura Hazel once had—familiar, powerful. In the center of the room sat Dahlia.

But she looked different. Aged. Not in the human sense no, her magic was worn. Her youth had cracked beneath whatever hell she’d endured. Yet even older, she was still terrifying.

She turned her eyes to me, and her lips curled.

"Welcome, Cyrius," she said smoothly. "It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it?"

Her gaze dropped to the twins sleeping peacefully in my arms.

"I see you’ve managed to bring them with you. They’re connected to you. Strongly, clearly."

"They’re my babies," I said firmly. "I am their father."

"Oh, wow. Whatever helps you sleep at night," she replied with a mocking smile. "So... where are your vampires?"

"I’ve sent them away. Far from danger. They won’t interfere in this anymore. There are more than enough humans for them to feed on."

"Very well," she nodded, then gestured to an empty seat across from her.

I sat. The moment was heavy. I could feel the magic in the walls tighten around us.

Then her voice darkened.

"Are you aware of the danger you’ve caused, Mr. Salvatore?"

"I am," I answered plainly.

"You’ve created an entirely new species. Something nature itself did not authorize. These twins" she pointed lightly toward them, "are born of every supernatural bloodline known to existence. Werewolves. Witches. Vampires. Even Crescents. They are stronger than nature itself."

She leaned forward. "And nature does not like to be overruled."

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