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.

slammed her against the wall. My claws dug into her neck as she

your father?!" I

choked, her voice trembling.

my baby? Where is my

where your babies are. But my mother and father...

"I trusted you. I loved you. How could you

her face. "I’m sorry. I didn’t know he’d do

sobbing. I turned

stormed into the main

all stood behind him, terrified.

Marcus and slammed him across the dining table. Plates shattered. Glass cracked. He groaned

into his gut. The glass

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

shifted into his wolf form. I backed up slightly as he

older daughters scrambled after her, Natasha trailing behind,

Cowards.

But first, I needed to handle

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

Perfect.

I grabbed it.

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

were all outside now.

me you want. Just kill me. Let them

slowly. "Where.

cried. "I swear, I 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

even know what demon rose

clawing inside my chest, begging to be let loose. I couldn’t stop him.

I’d let Marcus walk

took my parents. Then,

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

pain for a pain. A

He flew back, crashing into the floor.

The one I trusted. The one I let

could feel the life

my name.

wasn’t listening. Then a voice pierced through the

"Sister!"