Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers
Chapter 41: Crescent

Chapter 41: Crescent

*~Lilith’s POV~*

Dahlia smirked. "How sure are you?"

He smiled confidently, tightening his cloak with precision. "I’m very sure about that. The Salvatores have been keeping it a secret, and I found out. It’s only between the brothers—I doubt any other pack members even know."

Dahlia’s eyes glittered with something wicked. "I’ve always known something shady was happening in that High House. But Cyrius... being alive? Gods, that’s massive. Huge."

I watched her practically vibrate with excitement over the news. Cyrius being alive was no small revelation—but the way she lit up, the way her mind instantly?

No. I needed to protect my grandchild from her.

Yes, my grandchild will be a destruction. A storm. A force this world has never seen. But if anyone is going to end her, it has to be me. It’s going to be a matter of blood. Of legacy.

And more than that... if anything happens to that child—anything—Hazel will unravel. That child is now the anchor to her power. And the rage of a true Crescent? It’s more powerful than anything Dahlia or the entire damn council could ever imagine.

Hazel is the first natural-born Crescent the world has ever seen. Nature’s wild miracle. Rare. Unrepeatable. And if she loses that child, the universe itself will grieve with her. She will go insane. Not the entire Blue moon pack, not even I—will be able to stop her.

I have to make sure she keeps the child. I have to deal with that power inside her again, the same way I did the night she was born.

Then Dahlia’s voice dragged me back from my thoughts.

"We need to lure Hazel out," she said casually, like we were planning a picnic. "Just like they did the last time."

She turned to me. "Did you know Davina is dead?"

I blinked, startled. "Davina? She’s dead?"

"Yes. Your daughter. The bastard Caspian and the traitor witch," Dahlia sneered. "She died last night. And I want that same thing to happen again. I want Hazel out of the High House. Away from that wreck of an Alpha and the damn brother beside her. You can have the traitor witch tag along—I don’t care. Just get her out. That’s when we take her down."

O’Brien nodded slowly, already plotting. "Fine. If it’s to lure Hazel out, that would be perfect. I’ll just throw a council meeting or host some kind of event. I’ll make sure she comes."

Davina is dead?

My mind spiraled. Davina was one of the most powerful witches I’d ever known. She and I—we were the gifted ones. The ones who could draw from nature itself. Her death was not just surprising, it was dangerous.

She had her necklace. That should’ve protected her.

So how did Hazel take down someone like Davina?

Has her power started to resurface?

No. That’s bad. That’s bad.

It was said she had the Beta with her. And that witch. They must’ve helped. But still... I cannot let Hazel’s powers awaken. Not yet. Not now.

If they do, everything spirals. I must keep her and the child intact. Until she gives birth. Then I’ll decide what to do. Until then, no one can come near them.

Davina had woven O’Brien off. The snarky mist he came with vanished with him. All of them disappeared into the shadows. They cannot be seen in daylight. Not yet.

Then Davina turned to me in spirit.

"Don’t worry," she said. "You can leave New Orleans now. I’ll call you when you’re needed. I just need to make sure we have the last crescent on our side and don’t worry after our plan is successful, I’ll release your crescent to you"

"Good," I murmured.

I slipped my wide-brimmed hat over my hair and vanished into the wind.

Next stop: the High House.

If Hazel’s powers are starting to resurface, I must seal them again. Reinforce the chains. Before it’s too late.

The High House still stood tall, mighty, and ancient as ever. Just being near it stirred memories I thought I’d buried.

And then I heard a laugh.

I froze. I knew that laugh.

Alpha Claus.

He wasn’t Alpha anymore, but I remembered the last time I saw him. His wife had come to me in tears—begging me to save one of her newborn triplets. One of them had died at birth.

I had used dark magic to bring him back.

There had to be a consequence for that. But undoing it? Not my concern. It gave me an edge—one I used very well. And now? Looking at how things turned out... my plan had unfolded perfectly.

I stretched out my hand, cloaking myself in invisibility, then glided through the halls like a shadow. No one saw me. They couldn’t.

I followed the thread—the magical string I’d cast to track Hazel Correct content is on NovelFire

It led me to a chamber.

A red-haired witch with piercing green eyes stepped out of the room. She paused, sensing something. She turned in my direction, brows furrowing.

But then she shook it off and walked away.

So that’s the traitor witch. The one who must’ve helped Hazel kill Davina. She’s powerful. She felt my presence.

I slipped inside Hazel’s room and shut the door behind me.

She was asleep on the bed, peaceful, unaware. She’d grown so much since I last saw her. No longer the baby I once held.

I sat beside her, staring at her face—my face. We looked like twins. Nobody would know I was her mother. I haven’t aged since I turned eighteen. When I became a Crescent.

I reached out and held her palm, pressing lightly.

I felt the pulse of the child.

Everything was normal... for now.

But her power was bubbling close to the surface. The old chains I’d placed inside her—they were breaking.

It was time to reinforce them.

I placed one hand on her head, the other on her palm, and began chanting softly.

Memories rushed through me like a storm her memories.

Pain. Rejection. Love. Betrayal. Power.

I saw it all. My baby has been through a lot at her very young age and she will still go through more.

When the spell was done, her body trembled beneath my hands. It was harder this time. The sealing wasn’t holding like before. She was growing stronger—too strong.

And that child...

Everything is going to spiral. I just know it.

But at least this gives me time. Time to think. To plan. Because once that child is born whether it stays with her or not—Hazel’s full powers will awaken.

And a true Crescent?

They’re worse than any other.

More powerful than any creature that walks.

And since she’s nature-born... that means nature itself broke its own rules to create her. That’s not just rare. That’s dangerous.

When I was sure the sealing held, I rose to my feet.

She still doesn’t know about me. About who I am.

She must think I’m dead. Maybe she believes Marcus had something to do with it. Or that I abandoned her.

And she’ll never be able to ask Marcus. He’d never tell her the truth. He doesn’t know about it.

"I’m sorry," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. "It’s for the best."