Fated Mate to the Triplet Alpha
Chapter 128: When Brothers Become Enemies

Chapter 128: Chapter 128: When Brothers Become Enemies

Babe Love’s eyes were as bright as two suns. Twenty degrees less heat came into the room.

She asked in a sweet voice, "You want to see monsters?" "Let me show you what real monsters look like."

Celeste got a tiny finger from her. Her scream cut through the air as her body started to change.

Her bones shook and strained. She got gray and flaky skin. She opened her lips wide and let out fangs.

"What is wrong with me?" she screamed, but her voice sounded like a demon’s.

"I’m showing everyone your true face," baby Love answered calmly.

Around the room, the Hunter’s Alliance soldiers started transforming too. Some grew horns. Others sprouted bat wings.

All of them became the monsters they claimed to fight. "This is what hate looks like," baby Wisdom stated.

"This is what fear creates." Dr. Cross stared at his clawed hands in fear. "Change us back!"

"We didn’t change you," baby Justice said. "We just removed your masks."

The pack members pressed against the walls, frightened of the creatures that had been their allies moments before.

But then something unexpected happened. Alpha Marcus stepped forward.

"Enough!" he roared. "Change them back now!" The children looked at him with surprise. "You defend those who would kill us?"

"I defend what’s right," Marcus said firmly.

"No one deserves to be turned into a monster, no matter what they’ve done." For the first time since the children were born, they looked unsure.

"But they wanted to hurt us," baby Courage complained. "And that was wrong," Marcus agreed.

"But this is wrong too." He knelt down to face the floating babies. "You are supposed to be better than us. Wiser.

More loving. Is this love?" The children exchanged looks. Slowly, unwillingly, they began to reverse the transformations.

Celeste and the soldiers returned to human form, gasping and shaking.

"Thank you," Dr. Cross whispered to Marcus.

But Marcus wasn’t done. He turned to face his dying kids. "Boys, I owe you an apology."

Kael could barely speak through the pain. "Father?" "I was wrong. About everything.

These children aren’t monsters. They’re just scared kids with too much power."

He looked at the nine babies with tears in his eyes. "And I made them afraid of us."

"It’s okay, Grandpa," baby Hope said softly. "We forgive you." The moment should have been moving.

A family reunited. Forgiveness given. But it was halted by angry shouts from outside. "What now?" Selene groaned.

Through the broken windows, they could see the rest of the pack coming. But they weren’t coming to help.

They were coming to fight. Half the pack brought weapons and torches. The other half came empty-handed, ready to protect the children.

"It’s starting," Lydia whispered. "The civil war." Brother stood against brother in the yard.

Childhood friends faced each other with hate in their eyes.

"Give us the demon children!" shouted Beta Williams, heading the armed group.

"Over our dead bodies!" replied Gamma Stone, leading the defense. "That can be arranged!" Williams growled back. The two sides charged at each other.

Werewolves who had shared meals together now tried to rip each other’s necks out. Neighbors who had been friends for decades became angry enemies.

"Stop them!" Elara begged. But before the children could move, something worse happened.

The ground began to shake. Not from the fighting, but from something deep. "What is that?" Tom asked nervously.

Cracks formed in the earth. Steam hissed up from the cracks. The air filled with the smell of sulfur. "The Void," Selene gasped.

"It’s breaking through!" Black tentacles emerged from the ground, grabbing fighting werewolves and dragging them down.

"Finally!" the Void’s voice boomed from below. "All this hate and fear!

It’s making me stronger!" More arms burst up, reaching for the children. "The babies!" Elara screamed. But the pack was too busy fighting each other to help.

Brother clawed at brother while the real enemy struck them all. "We have to do something," baby Peace said desperately.

"But what?" baby Joy asked. "If we use our power, they’ll fear us more!" "And if we don’t, everyone dies," baby Courage pointed out.

The children faced a hard choice. Save people who wanted them dead, or let those people die to protect themselves.

But the choice was made for them. Ronan, despite his deadly wounds, struggled to his feet.

"I won’t let our children be blamed for this." He charged at the closest Void tentacle, his weakened body barely able to move.

"Ronan, no!" Darian called out. But Ronan was already fighting, his weakening strength barely enough to keep one tentacle busy.

"If we’re going to die anyway," he gasped, "let’s die protecting what we love!"

His sacrifice broke something in the pack. The fighting stopped as werewolves saw their future Alpha die to save them all.

"He’s right!" Beta Williams shouted, dropping his weapon. "The real enemy is down there!"

"Together!" Gamma Stone agreed. For a moment, the pack was united again. They fought side by side against the Void’s attack.

But it wasn’t enough. More limbs kept coming. The Void was too strong.

"We’re losing!" Mrs. Henderson cried as a tentacle wrapped around her leg. "Not yet we’re not," baby Love said determinedly.

The nine children joined hands in the air, their combined power forming a barrier of light around the property.

The Void’s tentacles sizzled and receded. "You cannot hide behind light forever, little ones," the Void laughed.

"And every moment you use your power, you prove how dangerous you are."

It was true. The pack members watched the children’s show of power with renewed fear.

"See?" Dr. Cross said weakly. "They’re too strong. Too dangerous."

"They just saved our lives!" Beta Williams protested. "This time," Cross answered.

"But what about next time? What happens when they decide we’re the enemy?" The pack began to split again.

Some grateful for the rescue. Others frightened by the power they’d witnessed.

"They’re right to be afraid," baby Wisdom whispered to her brothers. "We are dangerous."

"Maybe we should leave," baby Peace offered.

"Go somewhere we can’t hurt anyone." "But then who will protect them from the Void?" baby Courage asked.

"That’s not our responsibility," baby Justice said sadly. "They don’t want our protection."

The children began to rise higher in the air, preparing to leave. "Wait!" Elara called out.

"Don’t go!" But as she spoke, the god-killer poison finally reached Kael’s heart. The future Alpha fell, his breathing stopping. "Kael!" Darian screamed.

Then Ronan fell too, the poison taking his life. Within seconds, Darian followed his brothers into darkness. All three mates were dead.

Elara’s scream of pain shattered every window for miles around. The children’s grief-powered rage began to tear the very air apart.

"This is it," Dr. Cross said with horrible pleasure. "This is when they destroy everything."

But instead of destruction, something else happened. The nine children began to glow with soft, warm light.

"We choose love," baby Love said through her tears. "Even when it hurts," baby Hope added.

"Even when we’re alone," baby Peace whispered. They joined hands again, and their combined power flowed down into their dead dads. The babies’ eyes opened.

They gasped, sitting up as life returned to their bodies. "Impossible," Cross breathed. "Nothing can reverse god-killer poison!" "Love can," baby Mercy said simply.

But their revival came with a cost. The children began to fade, their power spent.

"We gave our life force to save them," baby Wisdom explained softly. "Now we’re dying instead," baby Courage added, her tiny voice getting fainter.

The pack watched in fear as the babies who had just saved them began to disappear.

"No!" several pack members cried out. "We take it back! We want you to live!" But it was too late.

The children were fading fast. "We love you all," baby Love whispered as her form became transparent. "Even those who hate us." "Remember us kindly," baby Hope added.

Then, just as they were about to disappear completely, a new voice spoke. "That’s quite enough of that."

Everyone turned to see a figure materializing in the middle of the room. She was beautiful and terrible, old and young, wearing robes made of starlight.

"Who are you?" Elara gasped. The figure smiled sadly. "I’m their real mother. And I’ve come to take my children home."