Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60: Disaster

Cayden’s POV 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

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.

I didn’t answer. I lunged forward, grabbed her by the throat, and slammed her against the wall. My claws dug into her neck as she gasped for breath.

"Where is your father?!" I roared.

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

"Where is my baby? Where is my family?!"

"I don’t know!" she cried. "I don’t know where your babies are. But my mother and father... they said—"

"You knew! You damn well knew!" I yelled, tightening my grip. "I trusted you. I loved you. How could you do this to me?"

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

I let go of her, disgusted. She crumpled to the floor, coughing and sobbing. I turned away. She wasn’t the one I wanted—not yet. I needed Marcus first.

I stormed into the main hall and there he was—Marcus.

Selene, Lillian, and Sophia all stood behind him, terrified. Their youngest sister was already cowering behind a chair.

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

I snatched up a wine glass and shoved it into his gut. The glass splintered, cutting deep.

"You thought I wouldn’t find you?" I growled, my face inches from his. "You thought you’d escape New Orleans after destroying my life? You are dead, Marcus."

He pushed me off with a snarl and shifted into his wolf form. I backed up slightly as he shouted to his wife, "Run!"

Selene grabbed their youngest and bolted. The two older daughters scrambled after her, Natasha trailing behind, eyes full of guilt.

Cowards.

They wouldn’t get far. But first, I needed to handle him.

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

Perfect.

I grabbed it.

A pain for a pain. A child for a child.

Ariel. The youngest.

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