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 wall. My

your

voice trembling. "He’s... he’s

baby?

your babies are.

knew!" I yelled, tightening my grip. "I trusted

down her face. "I’m sorry. I didn’t know he’d do this. It’s

sobbing. I turned away. She wasn’t the one I wanted—not yet.

the main hall and there

stood behind him, terrified.

didn’t hesitate. I grabbed Marcus and slammed him across the dining table. Plates shattered. Glass cracked. He

it into his gut.

wouldn’t find you?" I growled, my face inches from his. "You thought you’d

his wolf form. I backed up slightly as he

grabbed their youngest and bolted. The two older daughters scrambled after

Cowards.

wouldn’t get far. But first, I

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

Perfect.

I grabbed it.

darted out the back door with

outside now.

Marcus panted. "It’s me you want. Just

advanced slowly. "Where.

don’t know where your baby is. Your parents... they’re upstairs. I left them alive! You have them now. Just let me go. I told you where

know what demon rose

to be

in hell I’d let Marcus

my parents. Then, he betrayed

my children. My

pain for a pain. A child for

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

I trusted. The one I let

claws tightened around her fragile neck. I could feel the life

choked on my name. "C-Cayden—please"

my mind wasn’t listening. Then a voice

"Sister!"