BOUND TO THREE ALPHAS
Chapter 75: THE CALM BEFORE THUNDER

Chapter 75: THE CALM BEFORE THUNDER

Chapter 75: The Calm Before Thunder

The figure walking through the destroyed doorway wasn’t who any of them expected. Jake stumbled inside, his clothes torn and bloody. "Alpha," he gasped, falling to one knee. "The perimeter—they broke through our eastern line." Relief surged through everyone except Talia, whose newly awakened witch senses were screaming warnings. "Something’s wrong," she whispered, silver fire dancing around her fingers.

"The betrayal I saw—it’s still coming." But there was no time to question dreams. Dawn was breaking, and today was Conclave Eve. In twelve hours, Alphas from twenty-three packs would arrive for the most important meeting in werewolf history. "Status report," Kael ordered, switching into full Alpha mode despite his exhaustion. Jake wiped blood from his face. "Fifteen rogues hit our scouts. We drove them back, but they weren’t trying to break in. They were testing our defenses." "Mapping our weak points for tonight," Jace realized grimly. Elder Mira helped Alpha Thorne to his feet. His silver burns were healing, but slowly.

"We need every edge we can get. The Conclave cannot fail." "It won’t," Liana said with quiet resolution. "We’ll make sure of it." The next few hours blurred together in hurried preparation. Talia and Celeste worked side by side, their combined power stronger than either could manage alone. Celeste had changed since breaking the blood curse—less angry, more focused. She painted protection symbols on every window while Talia weaved barrier magic through the air itself. "I never thought I’d see Shadow Coven and Blood Moon magic working together," Elder Mira commented, watching them layer enchantments like invisible armor around the house. "Desperate times," Celeste muttered, but there was something almost like friendliness in her voice when she helped Talia reach a high window. Meanwhile, Darius arrived with his restored rogues. The old enemy looked strange in daylight—less terrifying monster, more tired warrior seeking redemption. "My wolves know these mountains better than anyone," he told Kael. "We’ll patrol the outer borders. Nothing gets through." "Can we trust him?" Jace asked his brothers privately. Rowan studied the rogue Alpha with his empath skills. "His guilt is real. So is his need to make things right." "Good enough for now," Kael decided. By afternoon, the first visiting Alphas began coming. Each pack brought their own warriors, their own customs, their own suspicions. The estate filled with the mingled scents of different areas, creating a blend that would have been overwhelming if not for Talia’s calming spells. Liana watched from an upstairs window as pack after pack filed through the gates. Northern wolves with silver-white fur. Desert packs lean and quick. Mountain clans broad and strong. All here because of her. "Second thoughts?" Rowan asked, joining her at the window.

"Every second," she admitted. "What if I’m not strong enough? What if bringing them all together just makes it easier for Evelyn to hurt them?" Rowan’s hand found hers. "Then we’ll face it together. All of us." As evening approached, Liana withdrew to the Sacred Grove for meditation. She needed to find balance between the two spirits sharing her body—Selene’s knowledge and Mara’s fierce protectiveness. The old trees welcomed her as she settled cross-legged on the moss-covered ground. Closing her eyes, she reached inward. Selene’s voice came first, gentle as moonlight: "You carry the hopes of many tonight, child." Mara’s answer burned with silver fire: "And the strength to protect them all. We are ready." "Are we though?" Liana asked both ghosts. "Tomorrow I have to convince twenty-three Alphas to change everything they’ve believed for generations." "Not convince," Selene amended. "Inspire. Show them what teamwork can accomplish." "And if they refuse?" Liana pressed. Mara’s laugh was like breaking steel: "Then we remind them why the Moon Goddess chose us." While Liana meditated, something else was happening fifty miles away. In a cave hidden deep in the Whispering Mountains, Evelyn—who now called herself Lyra again—knelt before a circle of black flames. In the center lay a single lock of dark hair, carefully kept for twenty years. Kael’s baby hair, cut during his first shift. "Show me my sons," she whispered, dripping her own blood onto the ancient strands. "Show me where they hide their precious Luna."

The spell sparked, sending waves of tracking magic across the mountains. The hair dissolved into silver smoke that made shapes in the air—the estate, the grove, the exact location where Liana sat in peaceful meditation. "Perfect," Lyra smiled, her beauty twisted by years of dark magic. "The Conclave will be my stage, and their unity will become their destruction." She stood, gathering her power around her like a cloak of living shade. Twenty years of planning had led to this moment. Tomorrow, she would finally claim her sons and eliminate the threat to their fate. But first, she wanted to see the girl who had stolen their loyalty. Back in the grove, Liana’s meditation was broken by rustling leaves. No wind stirred the air, yet the trees seemed to whisper threats. Her wolf stirred uneasily. Someone watches us. Both Selene and Mara agreed, their combined awareness going beyond normal senses.

Something familiar yet foreign lurked at the edge of sight. Liana opened her eyes to find the grove unaltered, peaceful in the gathering dusk. But the feeling of being observed stayed, raising goosebumps along her arms. We should return to the others, Mara suggested. But as Liana stood to leave, a woman’s voice drifted through the trees—beautiful, haunting, and totally terrifying in its familiarity. "My, my. So this is the little omega who thinks she can steal my boys." Liana spun around but saw nothing. The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. "Twenty years I’ve waited," the voice continued, closer now. "Twenty years I’ve planned and prepared. Did you really think you could hide from me forever?" "Evelyn," Liana breathed, her body tensing for attack. Laughter echoed through the woods, neither kind nor entirely cruel. "Oh, child. I am so much more than the broken mother they remember." The shadows between the trees began to move, making shapes that might have been wolves, might have been people, might have been nightmares given form. "You can call me Lyra now. And tomorrow, during your precious Conclave, you’ll understand why the Moon Goddess was wrong to choose you." "The triplets will never—" Liana started to say. "The triplets will do exactly what they were born to do," Lyra cut her off.

"Rule. Command. Conquer. Just as soon as I remove the weakness that’s been holding them back." The shadows lunged forward, but Liana was ready. Silver light burst from her hands, driving back the darkness. When her eyesight cleared, she was alone again. But carved into the bark of the nearby tree, letters that seemed to pulse with their own dark light spelled out a simple message: Tomorrow. Sunset. Come alone, or watch your precious unity burn. Liana ran back to the house, her heart pounding. She had to warn the others, had to tell them that Lyra wasn’t waiting for the Conclave. She was already here. As she burst through the front door, she found Kael, Jace, and Rowan gathering around a communication crystal, their faces grim. "What’s wrong?" she asked. Kael looked up, his gray eyes dark with worry. "Three more packs just scrapped.

They’re not coming to the Conclave." "Why?" Liana asked, though she feared she already knew. "Someone’s been sending them messages," Jace said bitterly. "Warnings about a false Luna trying to destroy pack traditions." "The messages were signed by someone calling herself ’The True Mother of Alphas,’" Rowan added quietly. Liana’s blood turned to ice. Lyra wasn’t just going to attack the Conclave. She was destroying it before it could even begin. And somewhere in the darkness beyond the estate walls, the sound of a woman’s laughter drifted on the night wind, promising that tomorrow would bring changes none of them were prepared for.