Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91: missing bodies

*~ Cayden’s POV~*

I was prepared to tell my babies goodbye.

I had braced myself for it, rehearsed it over and over in my mind. The final glance. The broken farewell. I had cried until my chest burned. I had destroyed half my room in a blind rage. I had wept, drowned in tears that refused to stop until I felt like a hollowed shell of who I once was. It was like I had reached the edge of every emotion and dropped off into something worse.

But nothing could have prepared me for this.

An empty coffin.

I blinked hard, not once, not twice but again and again. My ears were ringing, drowning out every sound except for my mother’s soft shivering beside me. I couldn’t hear anything else. Not the whispers. Not the shocked gasps. Not the priest. Not even Caspian, who stood right beside me, stiff as stone.

His breathing was sharp. Shallow. His heart racing so fast I could almost feel it vibrating the air between us.

I stared at the open coffin again. No body. No blood. Not even a damn speck of fabric. Just a clean, hollow shell.

What the hell is going on? Where are they?

Not just one..all of them. Even Cyrius’ body was missing. Gone. Just like that.

Did someone steal them? Did the bodies vanish? Did they melt? No...no, I saw them myself. I saw my babies inside. I remember how small they looked, how still even dead. I had kissed their foreheads. I had touched their tiny hands.

Where the hell are they now?

The air turned to static. Confusion and panic swirled like smoke, thick and choking. I leaned closer to the coffin again like I was blind, like maybe my mind was tricking me, like maybe I had finally gone insane. But no—l the look on everyone’s face said it all.

This wasn’t a hallucination...They were truly gone.

And then came the rush of footsteps..a maid descending the staircase like her life depended on it.

"Alpha Cayden! Beta Caspian! Luna! It’s.." She was panting, eyes wide with terror. "Hazel. She’s missing. She’s not in her chamber. Someone must have broken in and taken her."

Caspian snapped.

His voice tore through the room like thunder. "WHAT?!"

He didn’t wait. He spun and stormed out of the funeral hall. I followed without a second thought, my heart hammering as my legs carried me straight to Hazel’s room.

And just like the maid had said—it was empty.

The sheets were untouched. Her scent faint. No blood. No signs of struggle. Just an eerie silence and a chilling absence that screamed something was wrong.

"Where are the guards?!" I bellowed, turning to the group of trembling maids that had followed us up.

"Who the hell entered this place?! Who touched her?!"

One of the maids stepped forward, voice shaking like a leaf in the wind. "I-I don’t know, Alpha. I swear. N-No one was seen. The hallway was clear. We’ve been standing there all day. We didn’t see anyone go in—or out."

"No one?!" Caspian growled, eyes narrowing. "No one? This is a Luna’s chamber! You’re telling me someone entered this place, passed through this hallway, and left without a trace?!"

The maid’s voice cracked. "We—we only saw the window open. Just now. The wind..."

We turned sharply.

The window. Wide open. Curtains fluttering. A faint breeze curling into the room like a ghost’s breath.

Caspian lunged toward it, fists clenched. "They took her through the godsdamned window."

"Fuck it!" he roared, slamming his hand against the wall hard enough to make the frame crack.

Here’s a refined and emotionally charged continuation of Cayden’s POV based on your input—bringing out his growing fury, heartbreak, and need for control:

It had to be the same person.

I turned sharply, locking eyes with Leon. "Seal every fucking border. No one leaves New Orleans. Nobody enters. Lock the city down. Check the skies, the tunnels, the damn rivers if you have to. Whoever took them... they haven’t gone far."

Why? Why take Hazel? Why take my children’s dead bodies? What kind of cruel, twisted purpose could that serve?

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