Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78: Danger

**~ Cyrius’s POV ~**

I dashed after her, into the crumbling ruins of the old building.

The air inside was thick cold and damp, with the heavy scent of moss and dust. The aura clung to my skin like a warning. Something terrible had happened here before. Maybe magic. Maybe blood. Maybe both. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

I adjusted the twins, wrapped in cloth around my back. Their warmth pressed into me, steady and fragile. I kept one hand on them and the other ready at my side.

I spotted her silhouette tucked in the corner.

I moved carefully. Just as I turned around the pillar..

Steel met my throat.

A sharp dagger pressed into my neck, and I froze.

Her breath was shaky. Her brown eyes wide with fear, shimmering with tears—but her hand didn’t tremble. She was scared, yes, but brave.

I reacted quickly.

I knocked the blade aside and shoved her backward. She slammed against the cracked wall with a grunt. I closed the distance between us before she could recover, pinning her with one hand.

And then...Heather cried.

A soft, high-pitched wail. Muffled but undeniable. The girl’s expression twisted in confusion, her gaze darting to the babies strapped against my back.

She hadn’t expected that.

"What do you want?" she whispered, voice trembling, breath shallow.

I stared her down. "Your help," I said, voice low. "You. Your coven. The rest of Dahlia’s witches...what’s left of them."

Her lips parted. "Dahlia?"

"Don’t lie to me," I growled. "I’ve seen her. And you" I glanced her up and down. "You have her eyes. You move like her. You smell like her. You are one of them."

"I.." she started, but I wasn’t in the mood.

I pressed my arm across her throat. Just enough to make her cough.

"I don’t want games. I’ll end you right now. Then I’ll find the others and end them too. So choose wisely. Help me or die."

She gasped. "We..we don’t have anything left!" she choked out. "There’s nothing to help you with! We’ve lost everything. Our powers. Our anchor. Dahlia is dead. Our Queen Mother is gone. Without her, we’re not witches. We’re just women now. Human."

I narrowed my eyes. "You’re lying."

She shook her head, desperate. "You think we want this? You think we chose to live in hiding, powerless? We need her too."

I looked at her for a long moment. My jaw clenched. My fingers flexed against my palm. And then, finally..I spoke.

"I’m on your side."

Her eyebrows knit. "What?"

"I said—I’m on Dahlia’s side," I repeated. "She found me. Woke me from the coffin. Promised to help me become a Crescent. Promised me power. In exchange, I promised her the babies."

Her eyes widened.

She looked past me—toward the twins, now silent but watchful, pressed against my back.

"Are they—?" she whispered.

"Yes," I said. "They’re the prophesied ones. The reason for all of this. And I got them. I kept my word."

She stared at them in awe, as if seeing holy relics. Her lips parted. "Oh my God..."

"I’m not your enemy," I said. "But I will become one if you waste my time."

She looked stunned. Then, suddenly, she straightened back to the wall, eyes alert.

"You can’t stay here," she said quickly. "If what you say is true, they’ll be hunting you. They’ll find you. The High House. The wolves. Everyone."

"I know that already," I muttered.

"No, you don’t," she snapped. "They have scent mages now. Trackers with blood ties. If they catch a whiff of one of those babies, they’ll sniff you out like meat on a hook."

"What do I do?"

She looked over her shoulder—then back to me.

"Leave the city. Now. Lay low. I’ll gather the others. I’ll call a meeting with you."

I narrowed my eyes. "And you expect me to trust you?"

"No," she said honestly. "But what choice do you have?"

I paused.

Fair enough.

She reached up and pulled a necklace from around her neck. It was a simple charm. A black stone, cracked in the center, with a small rune etched onto its surface.

"This," she said, placing it in my palm, "is all we have left of Dahlia’s protection. It doesn’t cast magic anymore. But it carries essence. I’ll enchant it with my own blood. If you wear it, I can find you."

"But you said you lost your powers."

"I said we’re not witches anymore," she said. "I didn’t say we were nothing."

I raised an eyebrow. "You sound a lot like her."

"She raised us," she said softly. "We all sound like her."

I looked down at the stone....Then at her.

"I’ll come," I said. "But only once. If I smell a trap..."

"There won’t be one," she said quickly. "Tonight. I’ll leave a mark at the East Gate wall. A crow’s blood sigil. Follow it. Come alone."

...

I left New Orleans just like she told me to.

Because deep down..I knew she was right.

I couldn’t keep carrying twins around a city where half the population would soon realize their Alpha’s heirs were missing. And not just missing..twins. That alone would set off every siren in the pack. The moment their wolves caught the scent of it, there’d be no more hiding.

So I ran.

I didn’t go far. Just past the edge of the city

just beyond the wards—where the pack border ends and wild forest begins. I didn’t want to go too far, in case something changed. But I needed to stay out of range. Needed to keep them safe.

So I waited.

All day, I stayed hidden beneath the twisted branches of a pine grove. At dusk, I used the time to care for the twins. I fed them coconut milk I’d saved from earlier and managed to change their clothes thanks to a nearby clothing store I’d, well... borrowed from.

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