Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41: Crescent

*~Lilith’s POV~*

Dahlia smirked. "How sure are you?"

He smiled confidently, tightening his cloak with precision. "I’m very sure about that. The Salvatores have been keeping it a secret, and I found out. It’s only between the brothers—I doubt any other pack members even know."

Dahlia’s eyes glittered with something wicked. "I’ve always known something shady was happening in that High House. But Cyrius... being alive? Gods, that’s massive. Huge."

I watched her practically vibrate with excitement over the news. Cyrius being alive was no small revelation—but the way she lit up, the way her mind instantly?

No. I needed to protect my grandchild from her.

Yes, my grandchild will be a destruction. A storm. A force this world has never seen. But if anyone is going to end her, it has to be me. It’s going to be a matter of blood. Of legacy. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

And more than that... if anything happens to that child—anything—Hazel will unravel. That child is now the anchor to her power. And the rage of a true Crescent? It’s more powerful than anything Dahlia or the entire damn council could ever imagine.

Hazel is the first natural-born Crescent the world has ever seen. Nature’s wild miracle. Rare. Unrepeatable. And if she loses that child, the universe itself will grieve with her. She will go insane. Not the entire Blue moon pack, not even I—will be able to stop her.

I have to make sure she keeps the child. I have to deal with that power inside her again, the same way I did the night she was born.

Then Dahlia’s voice dragged me back from my thoughts.

"We need to lure Hazel out," she said casually, like we were planning a picnic. "Just like they did the last time."

She turned to me. "Did you know Davina is dead?"

I blinked, startled. "Davina? She’s dead?"

"Yes. Your daughter. The bastard Caspian and the traitor witch," Dahlia sneered. "She died last night. And I want that same thing to happen again. I want Hazel out of the High House. Away from that wreck of an Alpha and the damn brother beside her. You can have the traitor witch tag along—I don’t care. Just get her out. That’s when we take her down."

O’Brien nodded slowly, already plotting. "Fine. If it’s to lure Hazel out, that would be perfect. I’ll just throw a council meeting or host some kind of event. I’ll make sure she comes."

Davina is dead?

My mind spiraled. Davina was one of the most powerful witches I’d ever known. She and I—we were the gifted ones. The ones who could draw from nature itself. Her death was not just surprising, it was dangerous.

She had her necklace. That should’ve protected her.

So how did Hazel take down someone like Davina?

Has her power started to resurface?

No. That’s bad. That’s bad.

It was said she had the Beta with her. And that witch. They must’ve helped. But still... I cannot let Hazel’s powers awaken. Not yet. Not now.

If they do, everything spirals. I must keep her and the child intact. Until she gives birth. Then I’ll decide what to do. Until then, no one can come near them.

Davina had woven O’Brien off. The snarky mist he came with vanished with him. All of them disappeared into the shadows. They cannot be seen in daylight. Not yet.

Then Davina turned to me in spirit.

"Don’t worry," she said. "You can leave New Orleans now. I’ll call you when you’re needed. I just need to make sure we have the last crescent on our side and don’t worry after our plan is successful, I’ll release your crescent to you"

"Good," I murmured.

I slipped my wide-brimmed hat over my hair and vanished into the wind.

Next stop: the High House.

If Hazel’s powers are starting to resurface, I must seal them again. Reinforce the chains. Before it’s too late.

The High House still stood tall, mighty, and ancient as ever. Just being near it stirred memories I thought I’d buried.

And then I heard a laugh.

I froze. I knew that laugh.

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