Fated Mate to the Triplet Alpha
Chapter 131: The Immortal’s Truth

Chapter 131: Chapter 131: The Immortal’s Truth

Before anyone could step toward the opening, a familiar voice spoke from the shadows.

"I wouldn’t do that if I were you." Tobias Grey stepped out from behind a wall.

But something was different about him. His eyes glowed with old power, and his presence made the air shimmer.

"Tobias?" Elara said, confused. "How did you get past the time freeze?"

"Because time doesn’t affect me the way it affects you," he answered simply.

The nine children turned to look at him. Their baby faces showed surprise for the first time.

"You’re not mortal," baby Truth said, her voice filled with wonder. "No, little one. I’m not." Kael staggered to his feet.

"What are you talking about? You’re a rogue wolf." Tobias smiled sadly. "I haven’t been a wolf for over three thousand years."

"Three thousand?" Ronan gasped. "Give or take a century. I stopped counting after the first millennium."

Evelyn stepped forward, studying him carefully. "You’re not just immortal. You’re something else entirely." "Very good, Guardian. Yes, I’m much more than I look."

"What are you?" Darian asked. Tobias looked at each of them, then at the portal still spinning in the center of the room.

"I’m the Keeper of the Catalyst family. I’ve been protecting Elara’s family across all seven lives."

"You knew about my past lives?" Elara whispered. "I was there for every single one." His voice grew heavy with old pain.

"I watched you die seven times. I failed to save you seven times." "That’s impossible," Dr. Cross said from where he cowered near the wall.

"Nobody lives that long." "Nobody mortal lives that long," Tobias amended. "But I’m not nobody. I’m the last of my kind."

"What kind?" baby Wisdom asked. "The Guardians of Reality. We were made before time began, before worlds were born.

Our job was to protect the balance between creation and death." "Were?" Evelyn noticed his word choice.

"The Devourer killed all the others. I’m the only one left."

The portal glowed, showing glimpses of other worlds under attack. In some, the Devourer was winning. "How do we know you’re telling the truth?" Celeste asked suspiciously.

Tobias raised his hand. Suddenly, images filled the air around them. Not memories this time, but living events.

They saw him in ancient Egypt, protecting a woman who looked exactly like Elara. She had children with godlike skills, just like now.

"Your first lifetime," he explained. "You were a priestess of Isis. Your children could control the weather."

The images changed. Now they saw him in medieval England, fighting alongside a brave woman with Elara’s face.

"Your third lifetime. You were a knight’s daughter. Your children could see the future."

More images flashed by. Viking raids. Roman wars. Colonial America. The Wild West.

"Every lifetime, the same plan. You’re born with secret power. You have amazing children. And something always tries to destroy you."

"But why?" Elara asked, tears running down her face. "Why does this keep happening?"

"Because you’re not just the Catalyst," Tobias said gently. "You’re the Creator’s daughter." Silence fell over the room. Even the babies stopped glowing.

"The Creator?" Marcus asked weakly, still recovering from his possession. "The being who made all realities. All worlds. All possibilities."

Tobias looked at Elara with old sadness. "You’re his child, born to fix what the Devourer breaks." "That’s insane," Ronan said.

"Is it? Look at your children. They can change reality with a thought. Where do you think that power comes from?"

The nine babies looked at each other, then at their mother. "We felt it," baby Love said softly.

"Something calling to us from far away." "A voice that sounds like home," baby Hope added. "That’s your grandfather," Tobias explained.

"The Creator has been trying to reach you through your dreams." "Why doesn’t he just come help us?" Kael asked angrily.

"Because he can’t. The Devourer trapped him in the space between worlds. He can only act through his genes."

"Through us," baby Courage said, understanding coming on her face.

"Yes. You nine are the keys to freeing him. But only if you can live long enough to unlock your full power."

"What about the portal?" Darian pointed to the swirling doorway. "It’s a trap," Tobias said strongly.

"The Devourer is gone from this world, but it left that behind. Step through it, and you’ll be spread across the multiverse. Separated. Vulnerable."

"Then what do we do?" Elara asked. "We prepare for the real fight. The one that’s coming here." "Here?" Evelyn asked nervously.

"The Devourer will return. But next time, it won’t send just a piece of itself. It’ll come in person." "When?" Marcus asked.

"Soon. It’s gathering power from the worlds it’s already eaten. Building an army of bound realities."

"We need to run," Mrs. Henderson said hurriedly. "There’s nowhere to run," Tobias answered.

"This is the final battleground. The place where everything ends or starts again." "Why here?" Tom asked.

"Because this is where the Catalyst lives. Where the Creator’s grandkids were born. This world is the center point for all realities." "Great," Ronan mumbled.

"No pressure." "What do you need us to do?" Elara asked Tobias. "First, your children need to learn to control their power.

Right now, they’re like babies playing with nuclear bombs." "We can hear you," baby Truth said indignantly. "I know, little one. That’s why I’m talking to you too."

He knelt down to their level. "You need training. All of you." "What kind of training?" baby Wisdom asked.

"The kind that will teach you to fight gods." The opening suddenly flared brighter.

Through it, they could see something moving in the darkness between worlds. "It’s starting," Tobias whispered. "What’s starting?" Celeste asked.

"The Convergence. The Devourer is pulling all worlds together. Soon, there will be only one world left." "This one?" Darian asked.

"This one. And when that happens, every form of the Devourer from every reality will be here too." "How many is that?" Kael asked.

"Billions. Maybe trillions. All of them hungry for your children’s power." The nine babies looked at each other, then at their parents.

"We’re not ready," baby Love said quietly. "No," Tobias agreed. "But we’re going to have to be." "How long do we have?" Elara asked.

"Three days. Maybe less." "Three days to prepare for war against infinite evil?" Ronan asked.

"Three days to save everything that ever was or ever will be," Tobias corrected. The opening pulsed again. This time, they could see faces in the darkness. Billions of hungry, evil faces.

"They’re coming," baby Truth whispered. "All of them," baby Courage added.

"And they’re bringing friends," baby Wisdom said, pointing to the doorway. Through the portal, they could see other creatures.

Things that weren’t the Devourer but served it. Monsters made of pure hunger. Beings that lived only to destroy.

"The Void Spawn," Tobias said sadly. "The Devourer’s army." "How do we fight something like that?" Marcus asked.

"We don’t," Tobias answered. "Your children do." "They’re babies!" Elara complained.

"They’re gods," Tobias corrected. "They just need to remember how to be."

"What if they can’t?" Evelyn asked. "Then every reality dies. Every world ends. Every soul gets eaten." "No pressure," Darian mumbled.

The opening began to shrink, but the faces in the darkness were getting clearer. And hungry.

"Three days," one of the Devourers spoke through the closed gateway. "Three days to say goodbye to everything you love."

"Because after that," another person added, "love won’t exist anymore." The door snapped shut. The room fell silent.

"Well," Tobias said, standing up. "We better get started." "Started with what?" Elara asked.

"Teaching your children to become the most powerful beings in existence." "In three days?" Kael asked.

"In three days." "And if we fail?" Tobias looked at them all with old, tired eyes.

"Then I’ll have watched you die for the eighth and final time."

The nine babies began to glow again, but this time, their light was different. Harder. More determined. "We won’t fail," they said together.

"We can’t." Outside, the sky began to change. Stars were disappearing faster now. Time was running out.