Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers - Chapter 209

Chapter 209: Banger..
*~Cayden’s POV~*

Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t!

The ground was splitting beneath us, the cracks widening like hungry jaws. I clung to the edge, my palms raw, trying to haul myself up. Cyrius had already leapt across to Caspian calling for me, but the gap only stretched further.

I tried jumping over the gap but Ragnar, my wolf pulled me back then growled inside my head—sharp and furious. Don’t kill yourself, you fool!

Shut up! I snapped back, my heart hammering. “Oh my God—what’s happening now?”

And then… birds.

They came out of nowhere. Strange, black-feathered things I’d never seen before, swarming like a living storm. “Crows?” Cyrius shouted, ducking as wings slashed past his face.

“No,” I muttered, shielding my head. These weren’t crows. Their wings shimmered with violet sheen, their eyes a dead white glow. They dived at us, claws scraping skin, and each time I swiped at one it dissolved into ash and reformed again. Caspian and Cyrius were fighting them too, scratching and tearing, but the birds just kept coming.

Thunder cracked overhead, huge, booming, enough to shake the broken ground.

“I can hear Aurora,” Caspian gasped suddenly.

“Aurora?” I shouted over the noise. “Where is she?”

And then I heard it too—a voice threading through the chaos, faint but unmistakable: “Dear Nature, accept our sacrifice…”

“What?” I hissed. “Accept our sacrifice? What are they doing?”

“Hazel’s already doing the spell,” Cyrius said between gritted teeth. “Hazel’s plan is working.”

I hesitated. Working? The air was thick with electricity, the birds screaming like souls on fire. Nature didn’t sound pleased—it sounded angry.

“I trust Hazel,” Caspian muttered. “But I don’t think I trust this sacrifice.”

“Nature doesn’t want just the vampires,” Cyrius growled. “She wants Hazel and her babies. You can’t erase every form of vampirism without a cost.”

Then a voice thundered through the air—Marcus. I knew that voice. Right from my childhood.

Cyrius screamed next, a sound that cut like knives.

And then—babies. Tiny, crying voices layered over the chaos, clear as bells in my head. My babies. My Heather and Christian.

“What is happening?!” I yelled, spinning in circles, searching. “Cyrius—what’s happening to you?”

Caspian grabbed Cyrius, who was convulsing like something inside him was tearing loose. “Stay with me!” Caspian shouted.

But Cyrius wasn’t the only one. The baby voices grew louder, mingling with Marcus’s screams. My stomach turned to ice.

“Then why are my babies crying?” I shouted, chest heaving.

“Your babies?” Caspian’s eyes went wide. “I can hear them too!”

I whipped my head upward—and froze.

Two glowing figures hovered in the air us. My heart lurched. “Caspian—look!” I pointed skyward, my voice breaking. “My babies!”

Cyrius’s body suddenly lifted off the ground, drawn upward, levitating like a puppet on invisible strings. His form rose to join the two flickering shapes.

Then a fourth figure appeared beside them, taller, heavier—Marcus.

We stared, helpless, as the four forms hung suspended in midair, the birds flickering around them.

I turned to Caspian, his face a mirror of my own. “What the hell,” I whispered hoarsely, “in a fantasy book is this?”

“Let’s try to get them down!” I yelled over the roaring wind.

“Get them down? How?” Caspian shouted back, eyes wild. “What if the spell is already working?”

“I don’t think the spell is working—I think it’s killing them!” he bellowed. “Don’t you hear them screaming earlier?”

“No!” I screamed back, my throat raw. “I think it’s working. Look—look at my babies!” My voice cracked. “They’re not screaming anymore. They… they look like they’re sleeping.”

“They look like they’re dying!” Caspian shot back, his face pale, his hands gripping the earth.

His words punched through me. What if he was right? What if they weren’t sleeping at all? My heart thundered so loud it drowned the storm. I started to jump, desperate to reach them, but Ragnar, my wolf, snarled inside my head and yanked me back with an iron will. Don’t kill yourself, you fool!

Do it, another voice whispered—my own panic, raw and wild. Drag them down. Save them.

“Yes… Do it,” I muttered, trembling.

I bent my knees, ready to launch, but before I could move, the world shifted. The thunder stopped. The wind fell silent.

The hazy brown sky folded back into blue. The cracked ground sealed itself shut with a low groan, as if the earth exhaled.

And then—they dropped.

Cyrius and Marcus, my babies—all of them slowly descending, like feathers after a storm.

I lunged forward, arms outstretched, catching my babies just before they hit the ground. Caspian dove and caught Cyrius, holding him tight to his chest. Marcus hit the dirt hard with a sickening thud, rolling onto his side, but no one moved for him.

We just stared. Breathing. Shaking. Alive.

Then a voice broke the stillness.

“Caspian. Cyrius. Cayden.”

We turned as one. Aurora and Lilith were walking toward us through the settling dust, their robes torn, hair wild from the ritual.

“Oh my God…” Lilith whispered, her hand flying to her mouth. “It worked.”

Before I could even speak, she broke into a run toward me, eyes shining. “It really worked!” she cried, grabbing my arm.

Aurora stumbled forward, straight into Caspian’s arms, clinging to him with tears streaming down her face. “It worked,” she sobbed against his shoulder. “It really worked.”

She turned, eyes darting, until she saw Cyrius lying on the ground where Caspian had laid him. Her breath hitched.

And then her gaze landed on my babies in my arms—both limp, but breathing, tiny chests rising and falling. And Marcus, still unconscious,

Or did it really work? Because it does not seem like it. They are still very much unconscious and out of the world.

“Cyrius..Wake up!” Caspian said as he jolted him but he did not move. I did the same for my babies.

“Heather dear, Christian dear.” I was touching their cheeks but Heather did not give me that bright smile but instead, her eyes were closed.

I placed my hands on their nose and they were still breathing so what’s happening to them?