Chapter 200 200|The end

Chapter 200 200|The end

Third pov

During the past year, they had never missed a single visit. No matter how busy their schedules became, they always made time to come here. At some point, it had become a tradition. A habit neither of them questioned anymore.

Perhaps it was a promise made to someone they had forgotten, perhaps it was something else entirely.

They didn't know.

Here rests the beloved Beta of Fangspire Pack, Beta Jayden, with his beloved mate, Evelyn.

The three towering men stopped before the graves. The same three men who couldn't remember why they kept coming here, yet continued to do so regardless. Silas stepped forward and carefully placed the lilies between the two graves before stepping back. Then, almost instinctively, all three lowered their heads in respect before standing straight once more.

For twelve months, after paying their respects at the Alpha Cemetery where their father rested, they always came here afterward. Every month.

Without fail.

They didn't remember being particularly close to Jayden but then...

"I hope you'll visit my parents every once in a while so they won't be lonely. Leave flowers on their graves for me."

The words were blurry, faded, like an echo drifting through a locked room. They couldn't remember who had spoken them yet somehow, every one of them understood.

Just like there was another voice.

A voice that appeared whenever they tried to kill. Whenever they tried to become the ruthless men they used to be.

"Don't kill without reason."

"Be kind."

Kind.

For some reason, they listened.

Even Claude's wolf, the lunatic could no longer bring himself to kill. Sometimes he would find himself sitting alone on his throne, staring into the distance before quietly whispering, "Master," despite not knowing who he was calling for.

Silas's wolf was no better. He often sat silently before a chessboard, staring at the pieces for hours without moving them.

Lucien's wolf simply sighed again and again. For reasons neither of them understood yet the feeling remained.

Be kind.

"Erm..." Claude scratched his cheek before sitting down beside the graves with a sheepish smile. "How have you been, Beta Jayden? I hope you and your wife are happy up there."

He laughed awkwardly.

"We came again. Sorry for the intrusion. Me and my brothers are about to start ranting like usual, so listen carefully, okay?"

Silas sighed while Lucien remained standing with his hands in his pockets. The scene felt strangely natural, comfortable as though they had done this countless times before.

Claude smiled wider.

"Well, me and my brothers have built more orphanages around the packs. Not just for pack members either. Any child can come."

His expression softened.

"We wanted to focus on children who lost everything because of the rogues. Children who lost their parents and have nobody left to care for them."

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"We also built shelters for men and women who had nowhere to go, gave them jobs, tightened security around the territories too."

His eyes flickered.

"There won't be another Samuel."

His voice became quieter.

"At least... I don't think there will be." A small smile touched his lips. "Especially with that strange curse that has suddenly appeared"

The air felt heavier as it always did.

Since they had started coming here, they had developed another strange tradition.

They talked about everything, their lives, their thoughts, their achievements, their failures. They weren't sure why but sometimes it felt as though they weren't speaking to the graves at all as though they were trying to speak to someone else.

Someone they had forgotten.

Claude's smile stiffened briefly before he forced it wider.

"Oh, and as for me..." He laughed. "I've started taking pottery classes." He looked away. "I'm happy."

The words sounded convincing.

Almost.

"Really happy."

Silas cleared his throat.

"Nothing much has happened on my side." His voice was calm as always. "I've started reading more romance novels during my free time."

Claude blinked, Lucien raised a brow but Silas ignored both of them.

"They are... interesting and I also acquired several new gold mines for the pack." Then, for the first time, a small smile appeared on his face.

A forced one but a smile nonetheless.

"I'm happy too."

Silence followed, then both brothers looked toward Lucien.

It was his turn.

The Alpha stood there quietly, staring at the graves. The wind stirred his dark hair, neither Claude nor Silas spoke.

They waited because this was always how it went. Eventually, Lucien would mention some accomplishment, dome new territory, some pack business and then he would say he was happy.

Just like they always did but this time...

"And I hope you'll be happy too."

The words surfaced in his mind without warning, he couldn't remember who had said them, but he knew he had to be happy.

For a moment, Lucien didn’t speak, he didn’t move. His gaze lingered on the gravestones before slowly lifting toward the sky above.

The silence stretched longer and longer, pressing down on them, until finally his voice drifted into the air—low, quiet, honest.

“I’m not happy.”

Claude froze instantly. Silas’s expression shifted the moment the words landed. For the first time that day, neither of them knew what to say as they turned to look at Lucien, whose eyes remained fixed on the sky as though he were searching for something… waiting for something… or rather, someone.

And as they watched him, he spoke again—his voice no longer carrying that deep, cold edge. It cracked instead, breaking on the second breath as he repeated, “I am not happy.”

Then silence fell again, heavier this time.

Lucien’s gaze dropped slowly. A tear slipped down his cheek, then another, until his breath hitched and he could no longer hold it in. His shoulders trembled as the dam inside him finally broke.

He was crying. Properly.

His heart ached in a way that felt unbearable, like something inside him had been tearing for a year without him ever admitting it. It was too much—too suffocating, too raw, too painfully human to keep pretending anymore.

He wasn’t happy. None of them were, none of them had been since the past year, even if they didn’t understand why. There were so many questions sitting behind their eyes, so many things they wanted to understand but the most important of them all was…

“Who have we forgotten?” he said through broken breaths.

Claude’s expression shifted instantly. Silas tensed. They both stared at him as though the question itself had split something open inside their minds.

Lucien dropped his head further, tears falling freely now as he shook slightly. “Why can’t we remember?” he choked out. “Why does everything feel so empty… so lost?”

His legs gave out beneath him. He fell to his knees, fingers digging into the damp ground, his hair falling over his face as whatever remaining control he had completely shattered.

Was this their punishment?

He lifted his head slightly, voice trembling as he spoke upward, not really to them anymore but to something higher.

“Goddess… is this our punishment?”

Thunder cracked across the sky—sharp, violent, immediate.

Rain followed almost instantly, heavy drops spilling down as if the heavens themselves had broken open. It felt like the goddess was crying with them, mourning something even they had forgotten.

Lucien’s voice rose again through the rain. “We don’t remember… but we want to. We want to remember! We have to!”

His hands shook as he pressed them against his chest, breath uneven, words spilling faster now as desperation took over completely. “Please… I want to remember. I want to remember what my mind has forgotten but my heart hasn’t!”

Claude turned his face away, jaw tightening as if holding something back. Silas clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles went pale, his entire body rigid with something he couldn’t name.

Thunder roared again and then…a voice cut through the rain.

“Two years ago, we met under the rain when I was about to end my life.”

It was soft, familiar. The three men froze.

“Now we meet again under the rain… but this time you are crying, Alphas.”

All at once, their heads snapped toward the source.

A woman stood there beneath an umbrella, holding a small bucket of lilies. Rain slid off the edges of the umbrella in steady streams, hiding her face just enough to blur her features but not enough to erase the feeling of recognition that struck all three of them at once.

They knew her or they thought they did.

She smiled beneath the umbrella. They couldn’t see it clearly, but they could feel it anyway—soft, steady, grounding in a way that made something inside them ache.

She walked forward slowly, stopping in front of the grave. Then she lowered herself slightly, placing the flowers down beside it.

The three men followed her movement in silence.

She brushed her fingers gently over the stone, like she knew it by heart, before standing again. Her back remained turned to them for a moment longer.

“You remembered and did all my requests, Alphas, thank you” she said softly.

Then she turned. The umbrella lifted higher and slowly, her face was revealed.

Blonde hair. Green eyes. A smile that once lit up rooms they couldn’t remember entering but somehow still felt familiar in their bones.

For a moment, everything went still. Even the rain felt quieter.

“How have you been, Lucien…” she said, her gaze settling on the man still on his knees.

“Claude.” Her eyes shifted.

“Silas.”

Her voice softened as she said his name last.

“Did you miss me?”

Something in the air snapped.

The silence broke violently.

“LILITH!!”

All three of them moved at once.

It was instant, instinctive, like something buried too deep had finally been dragged into the light. They surged forward, voices breaking as they ran toward her.

They remembered.

They remembered the girl who first appeared like a transaction—two gold, nothing more.

They remembered the woman who stayed as a maid because they couldn’t stay away.

They remembered the one who rose to become their beta.

The one who taught them how to smile again… how to laugh… how to feel.

Their mate.

The umbrella slipped from Lilith’s hand and hit the ground as all three men reached her, pulling her into a tight embrace and just like that, they broke.

Tears came freely now, unchecked, as they held her like something lost and finally returned. They remembered the woman they loved.

Lilith had once been nothing but a transaction but now she was the center of everything.

And eventually, she became their luna, their wife, the mother of their children.

Three boys.

She gave birth to triplets.

Theila, who had helped her sneak into their chamber, had survived the carnival attack and later became their children’s caretaker. Veya, who still teased and tried endlessly to win Lilith’s attention, became their children godmother after much pleading to the Alphas. Abraham rose as beta of the pack.

And Samuel…

Samuel remained alive, imprisoned, forced to live each day under the weight of his own memories and the ghosts of everyone he had taken.

And in the end, the Alphas daddies and their innocent little maid lives happily ever after.

The end.



Hey everyone,

I want to take this opportunity to apologize for the delayed updates, and I hope you'll give me a second chance by checking out my new book, The Alpha's Temptress: Daddy's Little Brat.

Now that this book has come to an end, I would really appreciate it if you could take some time to give the new one a try. It has plenty of drama, some spicy moments, a crazy female lead like Dravena, and a male lead who is similar to Claude but much worse.

Thank you all for staying with me throughout this journey. Your support means a lot. If you'd like a one-chapter epilogue showing their life with th

eir children, let me know and I'll write it before officially marking the story as complete.

Thank you again, and take care!