Fated Mate to the Triplet Alpha
Chapter 53: Luna’s Sacrifice

Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Luna’s Sacrifice

The darkness whispered sweet promises in Elara’s mind. Kill them all. They deceived you. Used you. Make them pay. Her power surged, silver fire dancing around her hands. The broken chains at her feet began to melt from the heat. She could feel Marcus and Thorne’s fear, could taste their panic in the air. It would be so easy to burn them all. "Elara, no!" Kael’s words cut through the rage.

He and his brothers were fully awake now, the drug’s effects totally gone. "Don’t let the darkness win!" "They drugged you," she growled, her voice echoing with inhuman power. "They turned you into robots. They deserve to suffer." "Maybe," Ronan said carefully, stepping closer despite the dangerous energy sparking around her. "But that’s not who you are." "How do you know who I am?" The silver fire grew brighter. "I don’t even know who I am anymore!" Marcus laughed, his enhanced form rising over them all. "Perfect. Let the rage consume her, boys. Watch your precious mate become the very monster we need her to be." "She’s not a monster," came a strong voice from the doorway. Everyone turned to see Luna Evelyn walking into the room.

But she looked different—stronger, more confident. Her normal gentle demeanor was gone, replaced by something fierce and protective. "Evelyn," Marcus growled. "I told you to stay away." "You told me many things over the years, husband. Most of them were lies." She moved past the triplets without fear, walking straight toward Elara despite the dangerous power surrounding her. "Hello, dear one. You look so much like your mother." The darkness in Elara’s mind stalled. "What?" "Selene Moonbright was my best friend," Evelyn said softly. "My sister in everything but blood. When she died, I swore I would protect her daughter." "That’s impossible," Thorne snapped. "You’re just a normal Luna. You have no connection to—" "To the most powerful Alpha bloodline in history?" Evelyn smiled, and her eyes began to glow with the same silver light as Elara’s. "You’re right. I have no link to that bloodline. I am that family." The room fell silent except for the sparking of Elara’s power. "Selene had a sister," Evelyn continued, never moving her eyes off Elara. "A twin sister who gave up her claim to power to live a normal life. To marry for love instead of duty." "You’re lying," Marcus said, but his voice shook. "Am I?" Evelyn raised her hand, and moonlight streamed through the stone ceiling, illuminating the room with silver radiance. "Did you never wonder why our boys are so powerful? Why they could form a triple bond with a Moon Alpha?" Elara’s fire faded as understanding dawned. "You’re my aunt." "I’m your family.

The only family you have left besides Tobias." Evelyn stepped closer, unafraid of the heat coming from Elara’s skin. "And I won’t let them corrupt you the way they’ve corrupted everything else I love." "Evelyn, step aside," Marcus ordered, his Alpha voice booming through the chamber. "You will not interfere." "I stopped obeying you the day I learned what you really are." Evelyn’s power flared, and suddenly Marcus was forced to his knees by an unseen weight. "Did you think I didn’t know about your deal with the Council? About the enhancements? About your plan to use my friend’s daughter as a weapon?" "How long have you known?" Darian asked, his cunning mind putting pieces together. "Since before you were born. I’ve been planning for this moment for twenty years." Evelyn’s voice hardened. "Waiting for the day when Selene’s daughter would need protection from the monster I married." "You married me!" Marcus roared, fighting against the force holding him down. "You bore my children!" "I married Marcus Blackwood, a good man who wanted to build a better world for werewolves. You’re not him anymore." Tears streamed down Evelyn’s face, but her power stayed steady. "The Council’s greed took my husband away years ago. All that’s left is a shell filled with their poison." Thorne began backing toward the exit. "This changes nothing. The Council will—" "The Council will do nothing." Tobias stepped into his path, silver fire curling around his hands. "Because they’re about to have much bigger problems." "What do you mean?" "Every pack in North America felt Elara’s power when it woke. They’re coming here. All of them." Tobias smiled coldly. "Seems they don’t like the idea of the Council having a Moon Alpha as their personal weapon." The sound of howls echoed from outside—dozens of them, getting closer by the second. "The packs are uniting," Evelyn said. "Something that hasn’t happened in ages. All because they believe in a young woman who refuses to be anyone’s slave." Elara felt the darkness fading as hope took its place. She wasn’t alone. She had family, mates, friends. "This isn’t over," Marcus snarled, his enhanced form starting to shift into something even more monstrous. "If I can’t control her, I’ll destroy her!" He broke free from Evelyn’s hold and lunged at Elara with claws extended. Without thinking, Evelyn threw herself between them. The sound Marcus’s claws made tearing through skin was horrible. Evelyn gasped and fell to her knees, blood spreading across her dress. "MOM!" Kael, Ronan, and Darian screamed in unison. "No," Elara whispered, catching Evelyn as she fell. "No, no, no." "It’s okay," Evelyn breathed, her hand touching Elara’s cheek. "This is what moms do. We protect our children." "I’m not your child." "Yes, you are. From the moment Selene asked me to watch over you, you became mine." Evelyn’s eyes were getting dim. "Promise me something." "Anything." "Don’t let the evil win. Be the Luna our people need. Be the light in the coming storm." "I promise." Evelyn smiled and went still. The chamber exploded in chaos.

The triplets attacked their father with inhuman rage while Tobias and Thorne engaged in a fight that shook the entire building. But Elara barely noticed any of it. All she could see was the woman who had given everything to save her. The woman who had called her daughter with her dying breath. The woman whose blood was now on her hands. Something inside Elara broke. Not into darkness, but into pure, blazing light. When she stood up, her power had changed. The silver fire was gone, replaced by something that looked like liquid moonlight. It didn’t burn—it healed. It didn’t destroy—it defended. "Enough," she said, and her voice carried the power of every Moon Alpha who had come before her. Everyone froze. "The fighting stops now. The corruption stops today. And anyone who stands in my way..." She looked straight at Marcus, who was staring at his wife’s body with something that might have been regret. "Will answer to me." But as her power reached its peak, something unexpected happened. The moonlight streaming through the roof began to turn red. "What’s happening?" Ronan asked. Tobias looked up at the bloody moon with fear in his eyes. "The forecast. It’s not about Elara deciding between salvation and destruction. It’s about what happens when a Moon Alpha experiences final loss." "What does that mean?" "It means," came a new voice from outside the chamber, "that the real war is just beginning." A figure stepped through the wall like it was made of mist—tall, beautiful, and radiating power that made even Elara’s skills seem small. "Hello, granddaughter," the woman said, her voice like silver bells. "I am Selene Moonbright.

And I’ve come to prepare you for what’s coming." Elara’s dead mother stood before her, translucent but obviously real. "But you’re dead," Elara whispered. "Death is temporary for Moon Alphas, kid. We return when our bloodline faces its biggest trial." Selene’s eyes were sad but resolved. "And that trial begins tonight." Thunder crashed outside, and the red moon grew brighter. "What trial?" "The one that will decide whether werewolves survive the next century. Because the Council was right about one thing—the humans are coming. And they’re bringing weapons that can kill us all."