Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

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.

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It had to be the same person.

The same damn monster who took the bodies... must’ve taken Hazel too.

But who?

My hands clenched into fists as rage boiled in my chest. This wasn’t coincidence. This was planned. Calculated. Personal. Someone had dared to cross the line.

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."

Leon gave a firm nod and vanished down the corridor, already barking orders through the mind link.

But my mind wasn’t calming.

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

They’ve already suffered enough. My children... they never had peace. Not even when they were alive. They were hunted from the womb. And now, even in death, they couldn’t rest?

No. I won’t allow it. I gritted my teeth, chest rising and falling with the weight of too many emotions I didn’t have names for. My babies deserved peace. Deserved a burial.. Rest.

But even in death, someone had stolen that from them.

My vision blurred, the fury mixing with something far more dangerous...desperation.

I looked at Caspian, whose jaw was tight, eyes locked on the open window like he could still see whoever had taken her slipping away into the night.

"We must find them. Immediately."

My voice dropped, colder than before. "Because this...this is beyond wrong. It’s impossible. Who in the hell has the kind of audacity... the kind of power to break into our territory, into this house, and take my wife... my dead children... and even my brother’s body?"

Caspian didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.

And then, Aurora stepped into the room, her aura sharp with urgency, her expression unreadable..until she spoke. noveldrama

"The person must have audacity," she said, voice cold, deliberate. "So it has to be someone we know. Someone bold enough to do this and not fear the consequences."

She paused, her golden eyes flicking between me and Caspian.

"But... why do I believe it’s Cyrius?"

My blood froze.

I turned to her slowly. "I killed Cyrius."

The words tasted like acid, but they were true. I had seen him fall. I had watched the light fade from his eyes. He was gone. Dead. That bastard was dead.

"They took his body alongside my babies," I said bitterly, "but he was nothing more than a corpse."

Aurora’s jaw tensed, but she didn’t back down. "Then why do I still feel him? Why do I feel like he’s still moving? Like he’s still... connected to them?"

Caspian’s gaze darkened. He wasn’t speaking, but he was listening. Every part of him was locked onto her words.

"What if he didn’t die?" Aurora pressed, stepping closer now. "What if...somehow the ritual he performed with the babies actually worked? What if... in order for the power to activate, he had to die first?"

I hated how still the room became. I hated how a part of me started to wonder—what if she’s right?

Aurora kept going, her voice lower now. "What if the babies... aren’t actually dead? I mean, their bodies were blue, yes. They stopped breathing. But something about that death it didn’t feel natural. It didn’t feel like real death. It felt like something was... paused. Like they were caught between two worlds."

I looked down, my hands trembling at my sides.

We all stood there, suffocating in that flicker of hope.

Then I scoffed bitterly.

"No. No, this is a delusion. A lie we’re telling ourselves because we can’t accept what happened. The babies are dead. Hazel felt it. I felt it. We all saw it." My voice cracked. "Somebody came and took their bodies. Took her. Maybe it was a witch. Maybe another pack. Somebody who knew what those children were capable of... and still wanted it. Because Cyrius was dead but was close enough for them to take him too."

Aurora swallowed, folding her arms. "Then whoever did this had a reason."