Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 38: Missing three

~Cayden’s POV~

Tonight is a full moon, so I couldn’t dwell on the witches’ case for much longer. They weren’t agreeing with me—Aurora was right, they never would. Not after I killed their leader. I had killed Dahlia. Right here, in the High House.

And even though Dahlia had been a monster, she was right about one thing—this city is their hometown. Every single one of them is still in New Orleans. Watching. Waiting. Either they’re hiding in plain sight, or they’re rejecting my offer to work under my pack. Either way, I’m not taking no for an answer.

Tonight is a full moon. We have a ritual to plan. The night when most of us tap into our more natural power. When we become stronger. And if the witches won’t accept peace, maybe it’s time to burn down their defiance. One by one. Maybe then they’ll understand that witches no longer belong in New Orleans.

I paused for a breath as I approached my room. Being an Alpha is far harder lately.

But as soon as I stepped inside my room, I knew I wouldn’t get it.

Someone was in my bed. Wrapped in my sheets.

My gaze scanned the silhouette, and the moment I caught sight of the golden blonde hair splayed on my pillow, I knew.

Natasha.

Of course, it was her.

Didn’t she have something else to do?

I paused, my mood already soured. I wasn’t really in the mood for her right now.

Then she stirred, slowly turning her head toward me, a coy smile playing on her lips. The sheets slipped down her bare body.

She was naked.

Her hands reached up, cupping her breasts—tightening the hold, as if tempting me into submission. My eyes flicked down instinctively before dragging back up. She knew what she was doing.

"Oh my god, Cayden," she purred as she rose, hips swaying as she approached. "I’ve been waiting for more than four hours. Where have you been?"

"I went out," I said flatly. "I was busy, Today is damn stressful."

"Fine," she whispered, brushing her fingers down my chest. "Then let me help you get that stress away from you."

"Natasha," I muttered, already growing weak for her, "tonight is the full moon. We have a ritual to plan."

She brought her fingers to my lips. "You care too much," she whispered. "You know, sometimes you don’t have to be serious. Come," she said, her voice laced with promise as her hand slid down, grazing her breast. "You know the real reason for your stress? Getting Hazel pregnant. The only solution would be getting me pregnant too."

My jaw clenched.

that happened recently is all because of one thing — person.

nipple, red and swollen under my touch. She gasped, her body jerking

to take off

and she tugged on my tie, slowly undoing it, dragging it down my chest before she started unbuttoning

met the open air, Ragnar

all night, began to

Loud. Dark. Unyielding.

hated her. Every inch of

sometimes

had always been the plan. The clean, political match. The girl was chosen for me long before I

shirt from my body, her fingers tracing the

this beautiful body," she whispered, smiling with hunger. Her fingers trailing

return

her to the bed, my body hovering above hers. My hand found her throat—not to

right?" I murmured, voice low. "You want to help

with

only one way," I growled into her ear, brushing my

lunged forward in my mind. I

For blood.

toward

The moon was full.

Ragnar hates her. He wanted her dead. And if

ripping

asked, chest heaving. "Did I

need

she said, lips trembling. "The full moon just started. Let your wolf meet me.

I snapped. "It

widened. Shocked. Hurt.

"Leave. Now. Please."

down, grabbing her clothes slowly, slipping into them as her eyes remained locked on mine. Then she walked out, wordless, her confusion hanging in the

Clung to every wall. It was thick,

clawed at my chest. My claws were already

that could soothe him. Only

Hazel.

left my room and stormed toward her chamber, not far