Fated Mate to the Triplet Alpha
Chapter 56: The Curse Revealed

Chapter 56: Chapter 56: The Curse Revealed

The moonlight blazed around them as Thorne’s shadow claws reached for Elara’s throat. Time seemed frozen—the bomb countdown at zero, death approaching from above and below. Then the world burst in silver fire. When the light faded, they were standing in a dark cave. Water dripped from stone walls. The air smelled of earth and comfort. Everyone looked around in amazement. They had made it. "The teleportation worked," Derek breathed. "Where’s Thorne?" Kael commanded, scanning the cave. "Gone," Tobias said sadly. "He must have escaped when the moonlight activated." "Along with Marcus," Ronan added, noticing his father was missing too. In the distance, they could see a bright flash through the cave opening.

The nuclear weapon had exploded where they’d been standing just moments before. "We’re alive," Celeste whispered, falling against the cave wall. "I can’t believe we’re actually alive." "Thanks to you," Elara said gently. "You saved everyone." "I almost got everyone killed first," Celeste responded with shame. "But you didn’t. That’s what matters." "Is everyone accounted for?" Derek asked, doing a headcount of the pack leaders. "All here except the two who escaped," Sarah confirmed. "And we have bigger problems," came a new voice from deeper in the cave. Everyone turned to see an old woman emerge from the shadows. She was tiny and bent with age, but her eyes were sharp and knowing. "Elder Margaret?" Derek said in wonder. "What are you doing here?" "Waiting for you," the old woman answered simply. "I’ve been living in these caves for three weeks, ever since I had the vision." "What vision?" Elara asked. "The one where nuclear fire would drive the Moon Alpha to seek shelter in the place where truth lives." Margaret hobbled closer, leaning on a crooked walking stick. "I am the Keeper of Stories, child. The pack historian. And it’s time you learned what you’re really fighting against." "We know what we’re fighting," Ronan said impatiently. "Humans who want us dead. Ancient monsters who feed on our blood."

"Those are just symptoms," Margaret said, shaking her head. "The real enemy is much older. Much more personal." She motioned for everyone to sit on the cave floor. Reluctantly, they obeyed. "Tell me, Alpha Marcus’s sons," Margaret began, looking at the triplets. "Did you ever wonder why your father was so cold? Why he could never show love, even to his own children?" "He was just that kind of man," Kael said coldly. "No, kid. He was cursed." "Cursed?" Darian echoed skeptically. "The Blackwood Pack has been under a curse for six generations," Margaret stated. "No Alpha of your bloodline has been able to truly love since your great-great-great-grandfather made a terrible bargain." "What kind of bargain?" Elara asked, though she suspected she already knew. "With the creature you know as Victor Thorne." The cave fell silent except for dripping water. "Thorne isn’t his real name, of course," Margaret added. "He’s gone by many names over the ages. Victor, Vincent, Vlad. Always starts with V. Always hunting Moon Alphas." "What is he exactly?" Tobias asked. "A vampire," Margaret said simply. "Vampires don’t exist," Derek argued. "Neither do werewolves, according to humans," Margaret responded dryly. "Yet here we are." "But vampires are supposed to be afraid of werewolves," Sarah said. "Common monsters, yes. But Thorne isn’t common. He’s what’s called a Bloodline Drinker—a vampire who doesn’t just feed on blood, but on the power within families themselves." "Moon Alpha power," Elara realized. "Exactly. Your bloodline is the biggest supernatural force in existence. By consuming Moon Alpha blood over ages, Thorne has become nearly immortal. Nearly invincible." "You said nearly," Darian noticed, his strategic mind working. "Because there’s always been one weakness. One thing that could destroy him." "What?" everyone asked at once. "A Moon Alpha who has been truly loved by an Alpha who has broken his curse." Margaret’s words hit like thunderbolts. "The triplets," Elara whispered. "Yes. When Marcus Blackwood the First made his deal with Thorne, he agreed that no Alpha in his bloodline would ever know true love. In return, Thorne would protect the pack from human discovery." "But the deal is breaking down," Celeste said, understanding coming. "That’s why people found us. That’s why everything’s falling apart." "Because the curse is weakening," Margaret confirmed. "These three boys have done something no Blackwood Alpha has managed in six generations." "What?" Ronan asked. "You’ve learned to love someone more than power. More than power. More than yourselves." The mate bond between Elara and the triplets glowed with warm light. "The moment you rejected your father and chose Elara, you broke the curse that bound your hearts," Margaret explained. "That’s why you became Moon Guardians. That’s why your power changed."

"But if the curse is broken, why is Thorne still so dangerous?" Kael asked. "Because breaking the curse and destroying him are two different things," Margaret said grimly. "To kill a Bloodline Drinker, the Moon Alpha must willingly sacrifice her power while being protected by Alphas who love her more than life itself." "Sacrifice her power?" Darian repeated sharply. "What does that mean exactly?" Margaret looked at Elara with sad eyes. "It means death, child. To save everyone, the Moon Alpha must die." "No," all three triplets said at once. "There has to be another way," Kael maintained. "I’ve studied the old books for seventy years," Margaret answered. "There is no other way." "Then we don’t do it," Ronan said furiously. "We find another solution." "While Thorne grows stronger every day?" Margaret asked. "While he recruits more people to his cause? While he prepares to drink from every Moon Alpha descendant until he becomes a god?" "There are other Moon Alpha descendants?" Elara asked in shock. "Dozens, spread across the world. Most don’t know what they are. But Thorne is hunting them down one by one." "The children," Celeste breathed in fear. "That’s why he wanted to hit the schools first. Some of those kids must be part Moon Alpha." "Three of them," Margaret confirmed. "Little ones who won’t develop their skills for years. But their blood still carries the promise." "He’s planning to kill children for their blood," Sarah said with disgust. "Not kill. Keep. Thorne has been building a collection of magical prisoners for decades. Feeding from them slowly to keep his strength." "Where?" Derek demanded. "That’s the trouble. His base moves constantly. Could be anywhere in the world." "Then how do we find him?" Tobias asked. "We don’t," Margaret said. "He finds us. The moment a Moon Alpha’s power fully awakens, he can sense it anywhere on Earth." "My power is already awake," Elara pointed out. "No, kid. What you’ve experienced so far is just the beginning. True awakening happens when a Moon Alpha faces her biggest fear while surrounded by the love of her chosen pack." "What’s my greatest fear?" Elara asked, though she feared the answer. "Losing the people you love to save strangers you’ve never met." The cave fell silent as everyone absorbed this. "So let me get this straight," Ronan said slowly. "Elara has to die to save the world. But if she dies, we lose the most important person in our lives." "And if she doesn’t die, Thorne eventually kills everyone anyway," Darian added grimly. "Including those Moon Alpha children," Kael finished. "There has to be a way to save everyone," Elara said desperately.

"There has to be." "Love finds a way," Margaret said strangely. "That’s what the old predictions say. But sometimes the way is harder than we can imagine." "What do you mean?" Celeste asked. "The Moon Alpha sacrifice doesn’t have to be forever. If the love surrounding her is strong enough, if the bond with her mates is unbreakable enough, death itself can be beaten." "You mean she could come back?" Kael asked hopefully. "Maybe. The prophecy is unknown. It speaks of death and rebirth, of ending and starting, of darkness giving way to dawn." "Those aren’t exactly clear instructions," Darian said dryly. "Prophecies never are, child. That’s what makes them prophecies instead of training manuals." Suddenly, Celeste’s stolen military radio crackled to life. "This is Victor Thorne speaking to the Moon Alpha and her pets," came that ancient, cold voice. "I know you can hear me." Everyone crowded around the radio. "You escaped my trap today, little Luna. Impressive. But pointless." "What do you want?" Elara spoke into the radio. "What I’ve always wanted. Your power. Your blood. Your life force flowing through my blood." "Never going to happen." "Oh, but it is. Because I have something you want." "What?" "The Moon Alpha children you’re so worried about. Three little ones, ages five, seven, and nine. Such sweet blood they have." Elara felt ice in her veins. "Where are they?" "Safe. For now. But their safety rests entirely on your cooperation." "What do you want me to do?" "Come to me. Alone. Surrender yourself, and I’ll let the children go." "Elara, no," Kael said quickly. "If you bring your little boyfriends, the children die slowly," Thorne continued. "If you don’t come within twenty-four hours, they die anyway." "How do I find you?" "You don’t. I’ll find you. When you’re ready to trade your life for theirs, simply call my name under the full moon. I’ll come." The radio went dead. "It’s a trap," Ronan said instantly. "Of course it’s a trap," Elara responded. "But those children—" "Are bait," Darian finished. "He’s using them to force you into the exact position Margaret described. Making you face your biggest fear." "Losing people I love to save people I don’t know," Elara said softly. "So what do we do?" Derek asked. Before anyone could answer, Margaret’s walking stick started to glow with soft silver light.

"The prophecy is activating," she whispered in awe. "The final phase is beginning." "What final phase?" Tobias demanded. "The one where everything changes. Where the supernatural world either finds rescue or faces extinction." The glow from Margaret’s stick spread to the cave walls, showing ancient symbols carved into the stone. "These caves aren’t just a hiding place," Margaret said with increasing excitement. "They’re a ritual place. The place where the first Moon Alpha made her sacrifice to save her people." "Her sacrifice?" Elara asked. "Your ancestor. The first of your family. She died here to bind Thorne’s power, to keep him from destroying the world." "But it didn’t work," Celeste pointed out. "He’s still alive." "It worked partly. Instead of becoming all-powerful, he was forced to hunt Moon Alphas one by one, getting stronger slowly instead of all at once." "And now he’s almost reached full power," Elara realized. "Which means the time for half-measures is over," Margaret said grimly. "This ends here. One way or another."

The symbols on the cave walls began pulsing with growing intensity. "What’s happening?" Sarah asked nervously. "The ritual site is responding to Elara’s presence," Margaret stated. "It knows what’s coming." "Which is what exactly?" Kael demanded. "The final battle. The last Moon Alpha sacrifice. The end of everything we’ve ever known." Outside the cave, storm clouds began forming despite the clear night sky. "He’s coming," Margaret whispered. "Thorne is coming." "But Elara didn’t call his name," Ronan argued. "She didn’t need to. The ritual site called him. He can’t resist its pull." Thunder crashed overhead, and the cave entrance began to glow with sickly green light. "Everyone get behind me," Elara ordered, her power beginning to surge. "No," came Thorne’s voice from the cave entrance. "Everyone get behind me." He stepped into the cave, but he wasn’t alone. Marcus Blackwood stood beside him, his eyes sparkling with the same sickly green light as Thorne’s power. "Hello, sons," Marcus said with a voice that no longer sounded entirely human. "Dadd

y’s home."

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