Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers
Chapter 49: Cyrius

Chapter 49: Cyrius

*~Author’s POV~*

The world had shattered.

It wasn’t just Hazel’s—it was everyone’s.

She lay there, lifeless, blood soaking into the dirt beneath her, her body broken, her soul silent. Aurora, barely breathing, was sprawled beside her, veins still dark and pulsating with corrupted magic.

Her legs had snapped from the force of her last spell, but she’d taken two of the five witches with her. Her clones still fought in the distance shadowy versions of herself holding the line, barely.

But the battle had shifted.

O’Brien had killed the last of the wolves Cayden had sent to protect them. One by one, he’d ripped them apart, until he stood over the final one, gripping its neck. In a single twist—snap—it was done.

Then came the worst sound of all.

Laughter.

O’Brien dropped the body and shifted into his human form. Half-naked, drenched in blood, bits of flesh stuck in his teeth, he looked less like a man and more like a monster born from nightmares.

He walked over to Dahlia slowly, savoring the moment, then kissed the back of her hand. "You look... magnificent, my lady," he said, voice thick with blood and madness. "Even more ravishing than Lilith. I’m sure you’ll be more powerful than her now."

Dahlia smiled, smug and ageless in her new youthful form. "Oh, I’ll make Lilith bow. I’ll force her Crescent bloodline to kneel. I mean look at her daughter now." Her eyes drifted to Hazel’s still body, mouth curling. "I wonder what expression she’ll make when she realizes we killed her grandchild. The deal was just the child, but... well, accidents happen."

"Lilith is a fool," O’Brien muttered. "She must have her own plan—but I’m lucky we acted on ours first."

They smirked together, monsters wearing human faces.

"And now," he added, "what about that power you promised me? The one that will make me more powerful than any Alpha?"

Dahlia turned to him with glowing eyes. "Oh, don’t worry, dear. I have plenty of power now. Enough to remake you. I’ll make you into a beast no Alpha could ever defeat."

But then—

Roars tore through the air. Deep. Violent. Earth-shaking.

O’Brien froze mid-step. Dahlia’s smile twitched.

"Guess who’s here," O’Brien muttered.

Two massive wolves landed hard—one by Hazel’s body, the other in the heart of the battlefield. Both shifted almost at once.

Caspian and Cayden.

Both soaked in sweat and fury.

Caspian fell to his knees beside Hazel, lifting her limp body with trembling arms. His breath hitched. Her skin was cold. Too cold.

"No—Hazel," he whispered. "Hazel, no—please—"

Cayden stared in silence, eyes wide, shattered. "What... what did you do?"

Dahlia turned toward them calmly, brushing a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. "What you wouldn’t," she said softly. "I killed the child. Absorbed its power. Killed her too. Isn’t that what you wanted, Alpha? You rejected her. You cast her out. You said she wasn’t worthy. That a human was a disgrace to your bloodline."

She smirked at him. "I helped you clean up your little mess."

"You monster," Caspian growled through clenched teeth, cradling Hazel’s blood-soaked head.

Dahlia tilted her head mockingly. "Caspian, you were the surprise. I expected Cayden to betray her—but you? I thought you’d be the obstacle. Always ruining my plans. But this time? You walked right into it. You brought her to me."

Caspian’s jaw tightened. His claws threatened to break through his skin. But he didn’t move—not while Hazel’s body lay cold in his arms. His rage burned quietly. Deeply. The kind of fire that kills silently.

Cayden, still frozen, whispered, "No. No, you didn’t..."

"Oh, but I did," Dahlia said sweetly. "The mate you spent your whole life denying? She’s gone. Both of you? Mateless. Alone. Forever. Salvatore bloodline, shattered."

Then Caspian laughed.

It came out slow. Bitter. Unhinged. The sound stopped everyone in their tracks.

Silence. Everything froze.

Cayden joined... His laughter loud.

Even Aurora...who just moments ago had been writhing on the floor, tainted by dark veins and drained of strength lifted her head slowly. Her expression was twisted, unreadable, and more dangerous.

Dahlia’s confident smirk faltered.

O’Brien’s eyes darted nervously.

Then, Caspian growled.

A low, cold, bone-deep laugh that chilled the battlefield.

He rose slowly, regal and soaked in blood, like a nightmare in royal armor. His white shirt was stained crimson, his jaw clenched, his energy deathly calm. And then, without a word, he pulled a handkerchief from his inner coat pocket crisp, untouched and gently wiped Hazel’s blood from his chest.

He looked up, a twisted smirk forming.

"Don’t tell me I’m dumb enough to believe all this."

Dahlia’s brow furrowed. "What?"

Caspian stepped forward, his presence swallowing the air. "You really believed I’d leave Hazel defenseless? That I’d just walk her out of the High House because this idiot," he gestured to O’Brien, "pitched some half-baked suggestion at the Council?"

The air crackled.

Aurora rose behind him, dusting her blood-soaked gown like she was getting up from a picnic rather than a magical warzone. Her eyes glowed, her posture elegant. Composed. Dangerous.

"Did you think I was weak?" she said. "That I’d forgotten who I am?"

Then it began.

The wolves who had fallen... started moving.

Limbs twisted. Bones reformed. Bodies regenerated.

One by one, the dead warriors stood.

O’Brien staggered backward, lips trembling. "No. I... I killed them."

Aurora chuckled, flipping her hair with a smirk. "No. You killed illusions. You fed on shadows, not flesh."

Dahlia’s face fell.

"What is this—"

And then the final illusion broke.

The figure on the ground—Hazel, lifeless and broken—suddenly turned to ash, scattering with the wind.

From the tree line, a cold wind blew. A woman stepped into the clearing, cloaked in long brown fabric. A wide-brimmed hat sat on her head, casting her face in shadows. Her brunette hair fell like ribbons across her shoulders, dancing softly in the breeze.

O’Brien choked. "What...?"

Dahlia’s voice was sharp. "No. No! is..that Lilith?"

The woman stepped forward, and with a slow raise of her chin, revealed her face.

Soft hazel eyes. That familiar face.

"Lilith?" Caspian whispered.

She tilted her head toward him, smiling faintly. "My beautiful wife. My mate."

Gasps echoed through the trees. The wolves stilled.

Dahlia shook her head, trembling. "This isn’t real. She can’t be here..she’s—"

"Gone? Dead?" Caspian asked, her voice like velvet and thunder combined. "No, Dahlia. You should’ve known better. You’ve seen how long we’ve ruled. You know how Blue Moon works." NovelFire

She stepped closer, eyes now glowing with golden fury.

"We don’t lose. We either win—or we win"

Dahlia stumbled back. "The power I took Hazel’s power....it’s real. It’s mine!"

Aurora chuckled darkly. "No, old hag, What you took wasn’t power. It was dark magic. Forbidden magic. Tainted magic. And you were foolish enough to store it in your body."

Suddenly, Dahlia coughed—hard.

Her hand flew to her chest.

A crack appeared on her skin, slicing across her collarbone like a broken porcelain doll.

O’Brien panicked. "Dahlia! Do something!"

Dahlia turned to him with desperation.

But he froze—eyes wide—as he began to gag.

Blood spilled from his mouth. His limbs twitched.

Aurora stepped forward, voice low. "Those wolves you feasted on? They weren’t real. They were crafted illusions. The blood you drank... was poison."

O’Brien collapsed to his knees, vomiting blood and bile.

"No...no... this can’t "

Dahlia let out a scream as more cracks splintered across her face, her arms, her chest. Black veins spidered out from her neck.

"You will regret this," she hissed. "You think I’ve lost? You think I didn’t plan for this?"

Caspian narrowed his eyes.

"Cyrius," Dahlia breathed. "He’s mine. I revived him. By the time you crawl back to the High House...he’ll be awake. And when he is, everything you’ve built will burn."

A shiver rippled through Cayden and Caspian’s spines.

"No," Caspian whispered. "You didn’t."

Dahlia laughed a jagged, choking sound as her body crumbled. "It’s too late..."

Then, with one final scream, she shattered.

Ash and dark dust scattered in the air.

And beside her, O’Brien’s body gave one last jerk then collapsed and decayed into rotted flesh and bone, right there in the open.

Silence.

Cayden turned and ran, a look of horror carved deep into his face.

Because if Cyrius was truly alive.... The war had just begun.