Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers Chapter 67: Caring uncle

**~ Cyrius POV ~**

I walked out with the babies in my arms... ignoring her screams. Yes, it hurts. It tears through like wildfire. But I’ve survived worse.

My birthright was stolen from . I spent years in a coffin, daggered, forgottenby my own brothers. All that ti buried beneath the earth, while the world moved on without . While he took everything that was ant to be mine.

Thanks to Dahlia, I’ve awakened. She’s the only one who saw what I truly am....what I could beco. She told to stay hidden, to wait in that cursed box until the ti was right. Until I could get them.

The babies.

Now that I have them, the next step is finding her. She promised power. She said their blood could awaken sothing ancient, sothing crescent, buried deep inside . And once she draws it out...I will rise. Stronger than anyone. Stronger than the brothers who left to rot.

I’ll beco the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack.

The title that should have belonged to all three of us... but they gave it to Cayden. Why? Because he was stronger? Faster? More favored?

We’re triplets. Born under the sa blood moon. We were ant to be equal. But he got the crown, and I got the coffin. I paused at the threshold of the High House.

I turned one last ti too see Hazel.

She was crumpled on the floor, wailing, her body wracked with sobs, her voice hoarse from screaming. Gods... I’d just t her, but sothing inside already ached for her. A pain deeper than rage. She’s my mate. I know it. I feel it in my bones, in my blood.

Part of wanted to run back, lift her up, hold her close and whisper promises I’m not sure I can keep. To mark her. Claim her. Love her the way no one else ever could. We could disappear together. Start over. Just us.

But no... not yet...Not now.

That life will co. She will be mine. I’ll claim her when the ti is right make her untouchable, unbreakable. But first, I need to beco what I was ant to be. I need power.

And then, I vanished. Outside the High House, I struck the sky with a burst of fireworks. Just like Dahlia told to. The mont I secured the babies, I was to ignite them...it would signal my success, call her to .

I didn’t wait....I vanished again, reappearing in the dense clearing she told about. Cold. Empty. Silent.

I stood there, waiting. Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes turned into hours.

Still... nothing.

Then...suddenly...the boy let out a shrill, furious cry. My heart jumped. I rushed over, kneeling beside him.

"Hey, hey... don’t cry," I said softly. "You’re a man, rember?" It didn’t help. He scread louder, and then his sister joined in.

"Oh no, not you too," I groaned, trying to soothe her. "You’re a pretty girl... pretty girls don’t cry, right? Shhh..." But she didn’t listen. Neither of them did.

Then I heard it—a low, desperate growl from their tiny bellies. They were hungry.

"Great," I muttered, dragging a hand through my hair. "You guys are hungry? Well... your mom’s not here, and we just need a little help from you both. Once we’re done, you’ll go back to her... if you survive it."

They didn’t like that. They scread louder, louder than before...like banshees in the dark. I turned, frantically searching the woods for anything, anything that could help.

Nothing eatable for newborns until I saw a coconut tree.

I stalked up to it, clenched my fist, and drove it straight into the trunk. Three coconuts fell. I cracked them open with brute force, poured the liquid into a curled leaf, shredded the pulp, and mashed it into a milky mixture with my bare hands.

It wasn’t perfect...but it was sothing.

I walked back to the babies. The girl was still wailing, her face red with exhaustion. I crouched and lifted her into my arms, then brought the coconut milk to her lips.

She sniffled once, then began to drink, soft, slow sips, like she was tasting sothing foreign. Her soft red eyes like Cayden’s eyes. But her features were soft and sweet like her father.

She let out a burp. Satisfied.

The boy stopped crying too, as if her contentnt soothed him. Or maybe... he was just waiting his turn.

"Are you only calm ’cause she is?" I muttered.

I offered him the remaining milk, and he gulped it down like a beast...faster than lightning. Just like his father. His eyes, those piercing Hazel-like eyes, glared at with suspicion... but his face his face was all him. That annoyingly charming face that had stolen so much.

The girl smiled up at , giggling, her toothless mouth stretching wide.

And then her eyes flashed. My breath caught my throat.

"Well aren’t you a good girl," I murmured, gently poking her cheek. She reached for my finger and tried to bite it.

"Hey...don’t bite the finger that feeds you, little Hazel."

I chuckled to myself, then turned back to the boy. His expression hadn’t changed. Scowling. Like a grown man in a baby’s body.

"Isn’t that a little tough for soone born today?" I asked under my breath.

For a mont, everything was still. Calm.

Then the girl started crying again.

I lifted her, gently rocking her in my arms. I had no idea what I was doing—but sohow, it worked. She stopped. Her breathing slowed. She drifted off to sleep against my chest.

I looked around again.

Where the hell is Dahlia?

She should’ve been here hours ago. She ntioned soone else would et too... Martin? Marcus? I can’t even rember. I was in so much pain when she gave the na.

What if sothing happened to them?

What if I’m standing out here waiting while everything’s falling apart?

Damn it....I need to find them. And fast. Before everything unravels.