Fated Mate to the Triplet Alpha
Chapter 126: When Alphas Turn

Chapter 126: Chapter 126: When Alphas Turn

Before something impossible happened, the Void’s darkness took over half the room. Baby Love laughed.

The sound was like a silver knife going through the dark. The darkness went away where her laughter touched. The Void screamed, "No!"

"That’s not possible!" Baby Hope said in a sweet voice, "When you have love, anything is possible."

The nine kids started to glow. Not the sharp light of electricity, but the cozy light of a fire on a winter night.

The tentacles of the Void cracked and pulled back. "This isn’t over," it hissed before disappearing.

"I will return when they’re weaker." As soon as the threat disappeared, the gods rose from their knees. Zeus looked embarrassed.

Thor picked up his fallen hammer. Medusa’s snakes hissed nervously.

"We should go," Anubis said quietly. "This family needs time together."

One by one, the gods flew away. But their leaving words hung in the air like smoke. "The prophecy children have arrived."

"Seven judges of the world." "The end times begin now."

Elara shivered as she held her baby babies. "What have we done?" she whispered. "We’ve given birth to miracles," Kael said firmly.

But his eyes were worried. Outside, car doors slammed. Footsteps pounded toward the house.

Angry voices grew louder. "They’re coming," Lydia warned, looking out the window. "The whole pack." "How many?"

Darian asked. "All of them." The front door burst open.

Alpha Marcus stormed in first, his face twisted with rage. Behind him came dozens of pack members.

Their eyes glowed with fear and anger. "Where are they?" Marcus roared. "Where are the prophecy children?"

"Father, calm down," Ronan said, stepping in front of Elara. "Calm down?" Marcus laughed bitterly. "The gods themselves came here!

They spoke of seven children who will judge our world!" "They’re just babies," Elara objected.

"Babies who spoke before they could walk," Celeste Rivers spat, pushing through the crowd. "Babies who made gods kneel!"

More pack members filled the room. Elara recognized faces she’d known her whole life. Mrs. Henderson from the bakery. Tom the blacksmith.

Sarah who taught the children. All of them looked at her babies with fear.

"The prophecies say they’ll destroy everything," Mrs. Henderson said, her voice shaking. "Start over with a new world," Tom added.

"Kill everyone who doesn’t meet their standards," Sarah whispered. "That’s not true," Kael stepped forward. "You’re all afraid of stories."

"Stories?" Marcus snarled. "I felt their power shake the earth! Every supernatural critter for a thousand miles felt it!"

"They’re calling them the God Killers," Celeste said with pleasure. "The children who will end the age of gods and monsters."

"Including us," another pack member added. "Including werewolves." The crowd pressed closer.

Elara hugged her babies tighter. The bigger twins, Kira and Kai, moved to stand protectively in front of their mother.

"You will not hurt our siblings," Kira said in her small but deadly serious voice. "Or we will be very upset," Kai added, and the windows began to rattle.

The pack members stepped back, but their fear only grew. "See?" Marcus pointed at the twins.

"They threaten us already!" "We don’t threaten," baby Justice said quietly from Elara’s arms.

"We protect." "Who decides what needs protecting?" Marcus demanded.

"You? Will you decide that werewolves are too violent to live?" "Will you judge that our traditions are wrong?" Celeste added.

"Will you remake us into something we’re not?" Mrs. Henderson sobbed. The seven new babies looked at each other.

Some kind of quiet conversation passed between them. "We judge nothing," baby Wisdom said eventually.

"We only offer choices." "What kind of choices?" Marcus asked suspiciously. "Love or hate. Peace or war. Growth or destruction."

"And if we choose wrong?" Tom demanded. The babies were quiet for a long moment. Too long. "Then you face the consequences," baby Courage said softly.

The pack broke in angry shouts. "They are judges!" "They will kill us all!" "We have to stop them!"

"How do we stop gods?" someone screamed.

"We kill them while they’re still babies," Marcus said coldly. The room went dead silent. Even Celeste looked shocked. "Marcus," Selene warned.

"Those are your grandchildren." "Those are the end of our world," he responded.

"Better they die now than destroy everything we’ve built." Kael, Ronan, and Darian moved as one, making a wall between their father and Elara.

"You’ll have to go through us," Kael said quietly. "If necessary," Marcus nodded. "Boys, step away. This is bigger than your mate tie."

"Nothing is bigger than family," Ronan snapped. "Family?" Marcus laughed harshly.

"Look at what your ’family’ has brought down on us!" He motioned to the crowd of terrified pack members. "Everyone you’ve ever known is afraid to sleep tonight.

Afraid these children will judge them and find them wanting." "Maybe they should be afraid," Darian said suddenly.

Everyone turned to stare at him. Even his brothers looked shocked. "What did you say?" Marcus demanded.

"Maybe it’s time for people to be afraid of doing wrong instead of afraid of being caught."

"You side with them against your own kind?" "I side with what’s right." Marcus’s eyes blazed with anger.

"Then you’re no son of mine." The words hit like a physical blow. Darian winced but didn’t back down.

"If caring about innocent children makes me no son of yours, then I accept that." "As do I," Kael said firmly.

"And me," Ronan added. Marcus looked at his three kids with disgust.

"The promise children have already begun. They’ve turned my own kids against me."

"We turned ourselves," Kael answered. "The moment we chose love over fear." "Love?" Celeste screeched.

"This isn’t love! This is the end of everything!" She lunged forward, claws extended, going for baby Love in Elara’s arms.

She never made it. Baby Kira moved faster than thought. One tiny hand touched Celeste’s face. Celeste froze mid-attack.

Her face went blank. Then tears began streaming down her face.

"I’m sorry," she whispered. "I’m so sorry. I was so afraid, so jealous, so angry..."

She fell to her knees, sobbing. "I wanted to hurt kids. What’s wrong with me?"

"Nothing that can’t be healed," baby Mercy said gently. But the pack members saw something different.

They saw a baby who could control thoughts with a touch.

"She’s controlling Celeste!" Mrs. Henderson screamed. "They can make us do anything!" Tom shouted.

"We’re all going to be their puppets!" Sarah cried. The fear turned to panic. The fear turned to rage.

"Kill them!" someone screamed from the back of the crowd. "Kill them before they control us all!"

The pack pushed forward like a wave of teeth and claws. But they never reached the family.

Because at that moment, the house filled with silver light so bright it was like looking into the sun. When the light faded, nine children floated in the air.

Even the babies were hovering, their tiny faces serious and sad. "You have chosen," they said in unison.

Their words echoed with power that made the walls shake. "You have chosen fear over trust. Violence over peace. Hate over love."

"We offered you a better path," baby Hope said, her voice carrying heartbreak. "But you rejected it," baby Joy added, no longer joyful.

The pack members found themselves frozen in place, unable to move but still able to talk. "What are you doing to us?" Marcus demanded.

"Giving you exactly what you asked for," baby Justice answered.

"You wanted to be left alone? You will be." "You wanted us gone? We’re going."

"But first," all nine children said together, "you need to understand what you’re losing."

The air around the pack started to change. Colors faded.

Sounds became muffled. The very life seemed to drain from the room. "This is your world without us," baby Love explained sadly.

"A world where hate wins. Where fear rules. Where nothing ever gets better." "Is this what you truly want?" baby Wisdom asked. The pack members looked around at the gray, dead world they were experiencing.

Some began to cry. Others tried to speak but found they had nothing to say. "Please," Mrs. Henderson finally whispered.

"Don’t leave us like this." "Then choose differently," baby Courage said. "Choose to trust instead of fear," baby Peace added.

"Choose to love instead of hate," baby Love finished. The pack stood at a crossroads. Some faces began to soften. Others stayed hard with stubborn fear.

But before anyone could speak, the front door burst inward. Alpha Marcus had broken free from the children’s hold. His eyes blazed with desperate anger.

In his hands, he held a tool none of them had ever seen before. It hummed with dark energy and seemed to eat light itself.

"A god-killer blade," he announced with grim satisfaction. "I’ve been saving it for emergencies." "Father, no!" Kael shouted.

But Marcus was already moving, the terrible weapon raised high. "If my sons won’t save our world," he snarled, "then I will!"

The blade plummeted toward baby Love, who floated helplessly in the air.

Time seemed to slow as everyone watched in fear. But just before the weapon struck, a figure stepped into its path. Elara.

The god-killer blade pierced her heart instead of her child’s. As her blood sprayed the floor, the nine children screamed in unison. And the house began to fall around them all.