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.

and slammed her against the wall. My claws dug into her neck

is your

voice trembling. "He’s...

is my baby? Where

don’t know where your

You damn well knew!" I yelled, tightening my grip. "I trusted

didn’t know he’d

and sobbing. I

stormed into the main

him, terrified. Their youngest

I grabbed Marcus and slammed him across the dining table. Plates shattered.

snatched up a wine glass and shoved it into his gut. The

"You thought you’d escape New Orleans after destroying my life? You

his wolf form. I backed up slightly

two older daughters scrambled after

Cowards.

But first,

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

Perfect.

I grabbed it.

into his chest, Marcus had darted out the back door with his family, his

were all outside now.

you want. Just

"Where. Is. My.

is. Your parents... they’re upstairs. I left them alive! You have them now. Just let me go. I told you

know what

to be let loose. I couldn’t stop him.

way in hell I’d let Marcus walk out of this

he took my parents. Then,

dared to take my children. My newborn babies. My babies

a pain. A child for

skull. He flew back, crashing into

I could think about. The one I trusted. The one

could feel the life draining out

on my

Then

"Sister!"