Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 60: Disaster

Cayden’s POV

I stormed down the hallway, heart racing, dread twisting in my gut. I didn’t want to believe it. There was no damn way that bastard was awake. Cyrius couldn’t be....he was daggered. I had daggered him myself.

But when I reached the room where I’d hidden his body, my world flipped upside down.

The coffin was open. Empty. I stumbled back, breath hitching. No... no, no, no... this wasn’t real.

I rushed to the coffin and checked inside, praying somehow his body had just fallen or shifted. But no...he was gone.. With my child!

He was really gone.

I turned and bolted back to the scene, where Caspian stood clutching his head and Leon was still curled over Aurora’s lifeless body. Her blood stained his arms. The silence in the room was deafening—grief and fury coiling like a storm cloud above us.

Soon, the entire Packhouse was surrounded. Soldiers. Guards. Wolves. Everyone was here.

My jaw clenched, and I felt something break inside me.

Marcus.

Marcus was behind this.

I gritted my teeth until I tasted blood. That bastard. How dare he step foot into my home? How dare he bring Cyrius back? How dare he steal my child?

I swore under my breath. "I’m going to kill him. I’ll murder that entire family."

Caspian turned, alarmed. "Cayden...where are you going?"

I didn’t even slow down. "I’m under distress," I hissed. "I’m going to Marcus’ house. I’ll kill everyone. His wife. His daughters. Every last one of them. I’m done playing nice."

And with that, I dashed out.

I didn’t wait for backup. I didn’t need it.

The rage in my chest was enough to fuel an entire war.

When I got to the Gilbert estate, I slammed through the gates, storming into the house. The scene before me only fueled my fury—they were packing. The entire family. Bags scattered everywhere. They were running.

Cowards.

Then I saw her...Natasha. "Hi... Cayden..." she stuttered, voice shaky.

throat, and slammed her against the

your

voice trembling. "He’s...

baby?

"I don’t know where your babies are. But

I yelled, tightening my grip. "I trusted

sorry. I didn’t know he’d do

to the floor, coughing and sobbing. I turned away. She wasn’t the one I wanted—not

stormed into the main hall and there he

and Sophia all stood behind him, terrified. Their youngest sister was already

hesitate. I grabbed Marcus and slammed him across the dining

shoved it into his gut. The glass splintered, cutting deep. Correct

face inches from his. "You thought you’d escape New Orleans after

off with a snarl and shifted into his wolf form. I backed up slightly as he

and bolted. The two older daughters scrambled after her,

Cowards.

first, I needed to

scanned the room for something—anything—to end him with. My eyes locked on a dagger resting in the

Perfect.

I grabbed it.

Marcus had darted out the back door with his

outside now. Huddled

panted. "It’s me you want.

advanced slowly. "Where.

I left them alive! You have them now.

even know what demon

my chest, begging to be

hell I’d let Marcus walk

parents. Then, he

dared to take my children. My newborn babies. My babies I hadn’t

pain for a pain.

brutal punch into his skull. He flew back, crashing into the floor. As he struggled, I turned rage consuming me and grabbed

the only one I could think about. The one I

neck. I could feel the life draining out of her, her eyes wide, blood leaking from her

my

my mind wasn’t listening. Then a voice

"Sister!"