Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 89: Magic babies

**~ Cyrius’s POV ~**

My veins were smooth again no longer dry, cracked, or bulging with that unnatural blue. The tightness in my chest had vanished. My body felt alive in a way it never had before. Did the blood do that? Was one sip enough to undo death itself?

I staggered back to the babies, still lying where I’d found them. Their small chests rose and fell gently now. The blue shadows that once stained their skin had disappeared. They were warm, pink, and normal.

But... they didn’t drink blood.

I did. So why were they fine?

Are they not vampires? Is it only me?

A strange feeling curled in my stomach—half fear, half awe. Was I reborn into something different? Not just a wolf anymore. Not just a Crescent heir. I could still feel Gorge, my wolf, snarling in my chest, alive and strong. But now he shared space with something... hungrier.

A vampire and a werewolf. A hybrid. Something stronger than any Salvator before me.

Finally, I had the power to take the throne.

But first, I needed to learn to control it—before I marched into a pack and tore through them like a mindless beast. My hands were still trembling with energy when I heard it.

Voices. Footsteps. Heartbeats.

Shit.

I grabbed the babies in my arms, their weight a grounding comfort against the storm in my mind. I bolted, slipping out of the High House with speed I hadn’t possessed before—unnatural speed. But just as I crossed the clearing, I stopped in my tracks.

Hazel. I can’t leave without her. No. I won’t

Not when the first time nearly destroyed her. Not after everything. She didn’t deserve this pain. She never did. Neither of us did.

With her and these children... we could start over. Far away. Somewhere no one would find us. A place untouched by curses, politics, or war. We could be a family. I straightened, jaw tight, heart pulsing with purpose.

I need to go back for her.

But I couldn’t just carry the babies into danger. I turned in circles, trying to find a safe place to leave them. Not the coffin. Too obvious. Someone might see them. But I couldn’t just drop them on the ground—

And then... a soft laugh.

Heather, I spun around. No one was there, but I felt them—still in my arms, their presence unmistakable.

I looked down—and gasped....They were gone. No. Not gone. Invisible.

The boy let out a breathy giggle and Heather’s chuckle echoed faintly in my ears. My eyes widened as they shimmered back into view. The boy smiled... smiled and Heather’s eyes sparkled like they knew exactly what I was thinking.

Did they just read my mind? How powerful are these babies?

Didn’t the witches drain them?

I barely had time to react before I heard the heaviest footsteps approaching—the thud of Cayden’s boots, the low grumble of Leon behind him, and others... wolves.

No. Not now.

"Please," I whispered, breath shallow. "Do it again. Hide."

They smiled, innocent and knowing, and then—gone. The air shimmered and they vanished again, weight still warm in my arms.

I gently laid them on a velvet chair and placed a finger to my lips. Don’t make a sound.

Cayden entered, tall and sharp-eyed. His head snapped toward the area where I stood. I held my breath.

He heard something. Maybe my heartbeat. Maybe theirs.

Leon said something, motioning toward the south wing. Cayden’s brow furrowed... but he didn’t move toward me. They kept walking.

I hid behind the statue of the first Crescent guardian—the ancient protector of the Blue Moon Pack. My godfather. His stone eyes watched as I clenched my jaw and waited.

Once their footsteps faded, I exhaled shakily.

Now. Hazel.

I closed my eyes, calling her scent to memory..the soft warmth of lavender. I followed it like a lifeline. It led me upstairs, right to the front of her chamber.

Her scent was strong. She was near.

My hand hovered over the door.

The only thing stopping me from busting through that damn door was the sound of his voice...Caspian. And another. The redhead witch.. I clenched my fists at the sound of her Voice, she was the one that damn-davina had mentioned.. I hate witches, those cunning creatures

I couldn’t risk barging in. Not with him there. Not with her like this.

And the babies... had they made themselves visible again? I didn’t know how long they could hold that trick, or even if they understood what they were doing. My entire body was humming with new power, but my chest—my heart—was trapped in that room with her.

I held my breath, every muscle in my body tensed, waiting for something...anything-to shift. Then I heard footsteps approaching. I darted behind the nearest wall, back flattened, body still.

It was her...The witch.

"We need to let her rest," she said softly as she opened the door. "She’ll wake up soon."

Caspian’s voice followed hers. "Gods... after everything, I don’t know what she’ll wake up as. Her mind wouldn’t shut the emotions off... so her body did it for her. It collapsed. It’s how she survives now."

There was a pause.

He sighed. "I love her... but maybe love isn’t enough. Not when this house, this war... keeps breaking her down."

I watched them both step out. Watched as they left her.

They didn’t deserve her. He didn’t deserve her. Neither of them had ever truly seen her. Not the way I did.

They’d broken her.

I would save her.

The moment the hallway cleared, I slipped through the door and shut it quietly behind me, locking it. My eyes immediately fell on the bed. There she was—Hazel.

She looked like something out of a painting. Her soft brunette hair was scattered across the pillow, a few strands tangled across her cheek like careless silk. Her face... peaceful, fragile. She didn’t stir. Not even when I stepped closer. Her chest rose slowly. She was deep in slumber, and I knew she needed it. But Gods, just looking at her made my heart burn.

Her shirt had ridden up slightly, revealing a stretch of her waist. I swallowed hard, my fingertips itching with the urge to touch her. Just a brush. Just to feel the warmth of her skin against mine. But not now.

"Don’t worry, my love," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from her temple. "It’s me and you. Forever. I’m taking you with me."

I scooped her up gently, her body folding naturally into mine. She didn’t flinch, didn’t stir. It was like her soul knew—knew I wouldn’t hurt her.

She belonged with me.

I carried her on my back, securing her arms around my neck, using my free hand to adjust her legs against my waist. I couldn’t risk going back through the hall, not with Caspian and Aurora still nearby.

So I turned to the window.

Thank the Moon I’m a wolf.

With one leap, I shot out the window and landed on both feet—barely wincing at the impact. Hazel’s body didn’t even jolt; she stayed perfectly still, her cheek pressed gently against my back.

I fixed her weight carefully, letting her settle. Then I sprinted through the trees to where I left the babies.

And just like that—they appeared.

The moment they sensed her presence, they shimmered into view. Heather’s eyes sparkled. The boy let out the softest giggle. Their little faces lit up like they already knew. They felt her.

They felt their mother...Tears pricked my eyes. noveldrama

They were smiling. Both of them. That same innocent joy I had thought they lost.

I crouched down, whispering, "Hey. I’ve got her. She’s here. We’re going to be together now. All of us."

But then reality slammed back in—I had no clue how to carry all three. Hazel, still limp on my back. Two babies, both reaching for her now.

Shit. How am I going to do?

Only if Hazel were awake, she could’ve walked herself, and I wouldn’t be juggling all of this. Would’ve made everything easier.

But if she were awake...

Would she even come with me?

I doubted it. No—I knew she wouldn’t.

I looked over my shoulder, adjusting her gently on my back. She was still unconscious.

Then I looked at the babies again.

Their eyes were on me—wide and blinking.

"Any help here?" I muttered under my breath, half-expecting a response. "Just so you don’t stare at me like I’m kidnapping your mother or something."

They just kept staring.

Oh no. What was I even doing? Asking babies for help? Just because they’d gone invisible once didn’t mean they understood what was happening. They were still just... infants.

But then Heather smiled

A tiny dimple on her cheek. And just as she did, a faint blue vein pulsed across her little forehead.

And then...out of nowhere a maid walked out dropping the plates on her hand.

But something was wrong.

Her eyes were blank. Her body stiff. And her arms... her arms were lined with dark, pulsing veins.

She looked straight at the twins, not me.

And then she smiled too. "How about I carry them for you?" she said softly.