Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers
Chapter 60: Disaster

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.

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. Correct content is on NovelFire.

"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.

But before I could drive it into his chest, Marcus had darted out the back door with his family, his arm shielding them.

They were all outside now. Huddled together.

"Please," Marcus panted. "It’s me you want. Just kill me. Let them go."

I advanced slowly. "Where. Is. My. Family?"

"I don’t know!" he 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 they are, right?"

I don’t even know what demon rose inside me.

Ragnar was growling, clawing inside my chest, begging to be let loose. I couldn’t stop him. I didn’t want to.

There was no way in hell I’d let Marcus walk out of this alive.

First, he took my parents. Then, he betrayed me.

And now he dared to take my children. My newborn babies. My babies I hadn’t even held yet.

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

I roared 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 and grabbed Natasha by the throat.

She was the only one I could think about. The one I trusted. The one I let get close. The one I loved.

My claws tightened around her fragile neck. I could feel the life draining out of her, her eyes wide, blood leaking from her lips.

She choked on my name. "C-Cayden—please" NovelFire

But my mind wasn’t listening. Then a voice pierced through the rage.

"Sister!"

A little girl’s voice. I turned...too fast..to see her sprint toward me.

Ariel. The youngest.

She shoved at Natasha with all her might, trying to save her sister. But she wasn’t strong enough to move me.

And in that split second..my claws, already extended, sliced across Ariel’s neck.

Time froze.

Her tiny body crumpled beside Natasha. Blood. So much blood. Her eyes wide and blinking... until they weren’t.

I stepped back, chest heaving.

What... what did I do?

I stared at my bloodstained claws. But then...

So were my babies.

My children were innocent. And he tore them from me. This is war.

"Ariel!!!"

Marcus shrieked in horror behind me, Selene screaming as she clutched her daughters. The surviving ones. I didn’t care anymore.

I walked toward Marcus, rage pulsing like fire in my veins.

"You took everything from me," I growled.

And then...I plunged my claws into his eye socket. He screamed once before I slashed across his throat, watching him drown in his own blood.

His last words were a blur. Meaningless. Forgotten.

And when his body dropped, everything went quiet. Just the sound of their mourning. Their screams. Their loss.

I wiped the blood off my hands and turned away. No remorse. No guilt. Only a promise to finish this war.

I tore through the Gilbert home until I found them...my parents. Slumped over, heads covered, wrists bruised. Unconscious, but breathing.

Weak. But alive.

I dropped to my knees and ripped the cloths off their heads.

"Dad. Mom. It’s me. I’ve got you now..."

They didn’t respond. I lifted them both in my arms. One on each side. I didn’t look back.

Let the Gilberts bury their dead.