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.

her by the throat, and slammed her against

your father?!" I

choked, her voice trembling. "He’s... he’s

my baby? Where

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

knew!" I yelled, tightening my grip. "I trusted you. I loved you. How

face. "I’m sorry. I didn’t know he’d do this. It’s my father. Please, it’s not

to the floor, coughing and sobbing. I turned away. She wasn’t

stormed into the main hall and there he

and Sophia all stood behind him, terrified. Their

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

and shoved it into his gut. The glass splintered, cutting

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

his wolf

their youngest and bolted. The two older daughters scrambled after her, Natasha trailing

Cowards.

far. But first, I needed to handle

for something—anything—to end him with. My eyes locked on a dagger

Perfect.

I grabbed it.

before I could drive it into his chest, Marcus had darted out the back

outside now. Huddled

panted. "It’s me you want. Just kill me. Let

advanced slowly. "Where. Is. My.

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

don’t even know what demon

begging to be let loose. I couldn’t stop him.

I’d let Marcus walk out

my parents. Then, he

my children. My newborn babies. My babies I

for a pain. A child for a

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

I

neck. I could feel the life

choked on my name.

mind wasn’t listening. Then a voice pierced through

"Sister!"