Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 88: human blood

Author’s POV

The High House had never known such silence. Not even in times of war. Grief had swallowed every corridor, every soul that walked its halls.

The people of New Orleans stood cloaked in mourning, heads bowed, hearts shattered, as they prepared to bury the children of their Alpha and Luna.

Three bodies lay still beneath layers of sacred cloth..one belonging to Cyrius Salvatore, the long-lost prince who had once returned only to fall again, and the other two... were his newborn heirs.

Hazel’s babies. Salvatore-blooded. Innocent.

Their small, cold forms had been wrapped carefully, reverently, and placed in enchanted coffins lined with wolfsbane and silver vines. The scent of lavender and sage hovered in the air, masking the scent of death but not the weight of it.

This was no ordinary burial. It would not happen at dusk.

The Salvators were not buried beneath any sun. They were to be buried at midnight, under the full Blue Moon...when the pack’s power was at its peak, when the name of their bloodline glowed brightest in the sky. It was an honor reserved only for royalty.

Hazel, their mother, remained unconscious in the bedchamber. Breathing but barely.

Her skin was pale, lips dry, and her body unmoving as if her soul had left with the children.

The healer could not reach her. The herbs did not stir her. Her mind, it seemed, had chosen to sleep through the pain.

Caspian refused to leave her side.

He sat like a statue, fingers curled around hers, whispering apologies into her silence. He watched the rise and fall of her chest like a man who feared she would stop breathing at any moment. His guilt was a storm behind his eyes. His love, a chain that kept him kneeling beside her.

Cayden, however, had not taken it so quietly.

His fury had torn through the manor like a hurricane. He had killed three wolves before his father restrained him. Shattered walls. Broken bones. The guards no longer dared to stand too close. He refused food. Refused rest. And when he screamed, the walls themselves trembled.

It was the sound of a father who had lost everything.

And yet...

In the silent chamber where the coffins lay, something stirred.

At first, it was nothing. A faint scratching. A thump, too soft to startle anyone.

Then—a violent cough.

The sound exploded into the stillness.

One of the coffins shuddered. The enchanted lid jerked upward and slammed open.

From within the coffin... a hand reached out. Shaking. Bloodied.

Cyrius Salvatore rose.

His body convulsed as he coughed out a thick stream of blackened blood. The blue hue that once covered his skin was fading, peeling away like mist retreating at dawn. His chest heaved, ragged and wild. He blinked rapidly, as though the light stung.

"What... happened?" his voice cracked, barely a whisper.

He looked down at himself at his bloodied palms, the torn shroud clinging to his torso. He had been dead. He knew that with every fiber of his being. His soul had crossed something... and yet now, he was here.

Alive...But then—a sound..Another muffled noise.

He turned sharply, groaning as he fell from the coffin. His legs failed him, so he crawled dragging himself to the next tiny coffin.

The babies.

The moment he reached it, he ripped the lid open.

And inside... they stirred. Their little bodies twitched, lips parting, breath slowly filling their lungs again. The bluish tint to their skin began to vanish, color bleeding into their cheeks. They weren’t screaming but they were alive.

Cyrius let out a shaking breath, tears spilling as he reached inside and scooped them gently, reverently into his arms.

"What the hell is happening..." he whispered.

They were dead. He was dead. Cayden had struck him down.

And then his eyes turned red.

His hands began to shake, and the glowing blue markings on his body vanished—replaced by dark, pulsing veins. A strange hunger swallowed him whole. But this wasn’t just any hunger. No, this was something else entirely.

He was hungry for something specific.

Just then, a human maid entered the chamber.

She barely had time to register what she was seeing before her mouth opened in a silent gasp. Her eyes widened in horror, darting from Cyrius—risen and breathing—to the two babies lying in the coffin, alive and stirring.

"No... this isn’t possible," she whispered.

She tried to run, but her legs betrayed her. Terror rooted her to the spot. Cyrius moved instantly.

He lunged forward, grabbing her by the neck and pinning her hard against the cold wall. She struggled in his grasp, but he didn’t let go.

Why was he craving her blood? Why was his body reacting like this? Why did the very sight of her veins rising and falling beneath her skin drive him insane?

He could see the blood flowing through her—thick, hot, red. noveldrama

And his mouth... it found her neck.

Without hesitation, he sank his fangs deep into her flesh, draining her..Every drop. Every last bit of her life.

Until there was nothing left.

She collapsed to the ground, her body trembling violently before going still.

Cyrius stumbled back, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. His eyes were still blood-red. His hands—shaking—flew to his mouth, now stained with crimson.

What had he just done? Had he just drunk the blood of a human? And worse... had he enjoyed it?

No. No, no, no. The taste still lingered on his tongue, intoxicating, addictive. And his body God, his body felt strong. Stronger than it had ever been. As if the blood had awakened something ancient in him. Something... unnatural.

What was happening?

What kind of creature wakes from the dead... and immediately craves blood?

His gaze dropped to the lifeless maid at his feet. He could still feel her blood rushing through him like fire and ice.

And then, the memory hit him like a wave.

Vampires.

Davina. She had warned him—whispered once, in secret, that this was Dahlia’s plan. To twist his nature. To turn him into something else. Something darker. Something hungry.

His breath caught. Was he a vampire now?

His head whipped toward the coffins.

The babies. Were they vampires too?