Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Damn it!

Warning! This Chapter contains a sensitive topic such as child deaths.

*~Caspian’s POV~*

We finally arrived at the location Lilith had given us. The moment we stepped in, the air shifted—cold, charged, almost vibrating with the residue of dark magic. Witches were present. I signaled to the others. We stayed low, alert, and ready.

Then—an arrow whizzed through the air.

I ducked instinctively, growling as it missed me by an inch. Another arrow flew, this time grazing Leon’s shoulder. And then they emerged—witches, camouflaged in dirt-toned robes, their faces marked with ash and bark. They weren’t using spells... they were fighting with Arus—nature-bound weapons.

Just like I suspected.

They were remnants of a coven, not whole. Dallia had been their tether to power—she was their anchor, the one who connected them to the spirit of the earth. Without her, they couldn’t cast properly. They were weakened. Unstable.

Which made them easier targets.

Aurora moved like fire through the chaos—five witches on her, and not a single one could land a hit. Her power wasn’t borrowed from any coven. She drew directly from nature itself. A wild witch. Very rare strong type.

Then A screech..it was a loud small tone. My eyes snapped toward the sound. A baby’s cry.

My heart slammed against my ribs. Aurora turned to me, panting. Her hand gripped mine. "Those are the babies," she whispered urgently, and then—without warning—kissed me.

A jolt of energy pulsed through me.

"Go," she said. "Now."

I nodded, and in a blink, I sprang into the trees, following the faint trail of sound. Branches scratched at my arms. My pulse thundered in my ears. I followed the cry, deeper and deeper until I—

Stopped.. right there center of the clearing... was a figure. Standing riding, half-shadowed by the low branches of a weeping willow.

And beneath him..A tree stump. With two bundles of cloth.

The babies.

My steps slowed. My hearing sharpened—one heartbeat. Just one.

No. No, no, no. There were four of us here—me, the figure, and two babies. Why was I hearing only one?

Something was wrong. The figure dropped something—a small cup. His hands trembled. He turned slowly, and my chest seized.

Cyrius. It was the first time I’d seen him since we sealed him in the coffin five years ago.

His face looked paler. Hollow. His eyes sunken and filled with something I couldn’t place—rage, grief, guilt... or madness.

His lips parted. "Caspian..." I didn’t speak. My eyes darted to the bundles again.

Why... why were they so still?

My heart shivered. A piercing, unbearable ache bloomed in my chest as my gaze locked with his—Cyrius. My brother. My blood.

And then I bled through him.

I lunged, my rage exploding through my body as I shoved him backward, the weight of everything collapsing onto my shoulders.

I turned to the babies.. two tiny bundles. Two fragile bodies wrapped in soft cloth, I dropped to my knees, hands trembling as I reached out. My fingers brushed their cheeks.

Cold.. Hazel’s baby.... There are cold.

No warmth. No pulsing heartbeat. Their tiny chests didn’t rise. Their eyes were shut, and their skin—gods, their skin was already starting to change. A grayish tint crept into their delicate faces. Their lips held a bluish hue.

No No. No. No.

There’s no damn way. They were turning blue. Like they were—like they were already decaying.

I nearly lost my balance. My vision blurred. My hands refused to stop shaking. I could barely breathe.

"I—I promised Hazel," I whispered, voice cracking. "I promised her I would bring them back. I told her they’d be safe."

I looked up, throat raw, and glared at him.

"What did you do, Cyrius?!"

His face twisted in anguish. "No—this wasn’t the plan. Caspian, I swear to you, this was never the plan—"

"These are babies!" I roared, my voice echoing into the trees. "If you wanted revenge, you would come for me. You come for Cayden. You come for the ones who wronged you—not innocent children."

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