Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

*~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."