Fated Mate to the Triplet Alpha
Chapter 60: Alliance of Fear

Chapter 60: Chapter 60: Alliance of Fear

Fifty miles from the Blackwood territory, Alpha Vincent Ravenclaw paced inside an abandoned building. Around him sat twelve other pack leaders, their faces hard with determination and fear. "The Moon Alpha grows stronger," Vincent announced, his yellow eyes blazing with hate.

"My scouts report silver light erupting from their cave every few hours." "Impossible," scoffed Alpha Brutus of the Iron Fang Pack. "No omega has that kind of power." "She’s not an omega," said Alpha Helena Frost, her voice cold as winter. "My grandma told stories about Moon Alphas. They’re weapons dressed as wolves." "Exactly why we must act now," Vincent continued. "Before she reaches full strength." Alpha Marcus Stone, a massive guy with scars covering his arms, leaned forward. "The oracle speaks of unity among all packs. If she succeeds—" "Our way of life ends," Vincent ended. "No more alpha control. No more pack order. She’ll turn everything upside down." "Some might say that’s not entirely bad," commented Alpha Dawn Rivers quietly. Every head turned toward her. She was the youngest boss present, barely twenty-five, with intelligent green eyes that missed nothing. "Careful, Dawn," Vincent warned. "Those sound like dangerous thoughts." "I’m just saying maybe change isn’t always evil," she answered calmly. "The old ways haven’t exactly brought peace." "The old ways brought order," Brutus growled. "Strength. Survival of the best." "And constant war," Dawn shot back. "Endless territorial conflicts. Packs destroying each other over bits of land." "Enough," Vincent ordered. "We’re not here to discuss philosophy. We’re here to stop a threat." "What exactly are you proposing?" asked Alpha Rex Nightshade, his voice like grit.

Vincent smiled coldly. "Simple. We unite our packs and crush the Blackwood alliance before the prophecy can be completed." "Unite with whom?" Helena asked suspiciously. "I’ve been fighting the Iron Fang Pack for decades." "And I’ve been fighting the Frost Pack just as long," Brutus added with venom. "Today, old enemies become new allies," Vincent stated. "Because if we don’t stand together, we’ll all fall separately." The warehouse fell silent as each alpha considered the plan. "How many wolves do we have combined?" Rex asked finally. "Nearly three hundred," Vincent answered. "Against maybe fifty in the Blackwood alliance." "Those aren’t good odds for them," Helena noted with satisfaction. "No, they’re not," agreed Vincent. "But we’re not just facing wolves. We’re fighting fate itself." Dawn frowned. "What do you mean?" Before Vincent could answer, the warehouse doors burst inward. Six figures in dark robes moved inside, their faces hidden beneath deep hoods. "Who dares interrupt—" Brutus began, but his words died as one figure pushed back its hood. The face underneath wasn’t human. It was pale as bone, with black veins running beneath transparent skin and eyes like burning coals. "Greetings, alpha leaders," the thing said in a voice like whispered death. "We are the Harbingers of the Six." "The Six?" Dawn asked, though her voice shook. "The ancient ones who come to reclaim this world," another Harbinger answered. "And we have a proposition for you." Vincent stepped forward, trying to look brave. "We don’t make deals with monsters." The first Harbinger laughed, a sound like breaking glass. "Monsters? How funny. You meet here to destroy an innocent girl because you fear losing power, and we’re the monsters?" "She’s not innocent," Helena objected. "She’s dangerous." "Indeed she is," the Harbinger agreed.

"Dangerous to those who profit from chaos and pain. Which is why we’re willing to help you stop her." "In exchange for what?" Rex asked suspiciously. "Simple," the Harbinger replied. "When the Moon Alpha is dead, you run your territories as always. But you accept the Six as your overlords." "Never," Brutus growled. "We bow to no one." "Then you’ll die with everyone else when she reaches full power," the Harbinger said calmly. "The choice is yours." Dawn stood abruptly. "This is crazy. You want us to join with demons to kill a girl who’s done nothing wrong?" "Nothing wrong?" Vincent whirled on her. "She’s ruined the natural order! Made an omega into a Luna! Convinced old packs to abandon tradition!" "Maybe tradition needs to be abandoned," Dawn shot back. The stress in the room exploded. Half the alphas moved toward Dawn threateningly, while the other half watched with uncertain faces. "Interesting," the first Harbinger noted. "Division already. How delightfully predictable." "We’re not divided," Vincent stated. "Dawn Rivers is clearly compromised. Probably under the Moon Alpha’s effect." "I’ve never even met her," Dawn answered angrily. "I just refuse to murder someone because you’re afraid of change." "Fear?" Helena stepped forward, her claws lengthening. "We’re not afraid. We’re practical." "You’re terrified," Dawn countered. "All of you. Terrified that she might actually bring peace.

That your precious wars might end. That you might have to find new ways to feel important." "Enough," the Harbinger ordered, and suddenly no one could speak. "Your internal battles bore us. Here is our offer: Join us, and we’ll ensure the Moon Alpha dies quickly. Refuse, and we’ll let her grow strong enough to destroy you all slowly." With effort, Vincent broke through the magical quiet. "How do we know you can actually stop her?" The Harbinger smiled, showing fangs like black daggers. "Because we know her weakness." "What weakness?" Rex demanded. "The prophecy speaks of betrayal from within," the Harbinger stated. "One of her precious triplets will turn against her when the time comes. We simply need to... encourage that treason." "Which triplet?" Helena asked with rising excitement. "The smart one. Darian. He’s already read the warning. Already knows what he must do." Dawn felt sick. "You want to manipulate him into betraying the woman he loves?" "We want to help him fulfill his destiny," the Harbinger corrected. "The promise will happen regardless. We’re simply ensuring it happens at the right moment." "When?" Vincent asked. "Tomorrow night. When the final battle starts." Vincent looked around the room, reading faces, calculating chances. Finally, he nodded. "The Ravenclaw Pack accepts your alliance." "As does Iron Fang," Brutus added quickly. "Frost Pack agrees," Helena said with vicious joy. One by one, each alpha stated their acceptance.

All except Dawn. "Dawn Rivers," the Harbinger said softly. "What is your choice?" Dawn looked at the faces surrounding her. Former foes now united by fear and greed. Creatures of shadow giving power in exchange for souls. "I choose differently," she said softly. "Meaning?" Dawn’s eyes blazed with sudden purpose. "Meaning the Rivers Pack stands with the Moon Alpha." The warehouse exploded in angry shouts, but Dawn was already moving. She changed mid-leap, her brown wolf form crashing through a window before anyone could stop her. "Let her go," the Harbinger ordered as several alphas started to pursue. "She’ll warn them, of course. But that only makes the game more interesting." "Game?" Vincent asked. "Did you think this was ever about winning or losing?" the Harbinger responded with amusement. "Tomorrow night, thirteen packs will attack the Blackwood union. The Moon Alpha will be forced to choose between saving her people and protecting her power." "And Darian will betray her to save her," Rex said, understanding coming. "Exactly. His love will become her death. The prophecy fulfilled through the purest of reasons." Vincent grinned coldly. "Brilliant." "We thought so," the Harbinger agreed. "Now, shall we discuss battle plans?" Meanwhile, Dawn ran through the bush at full speed, her heart pounding with more than just exertion. She had to reach the Blackwood area before dawn. Had to warn them about the union. But as she ran, she couldn’t shake the thought that she was already too late. Behind her, in the warehouse, the Harbinger smiled as it watched her fleeing form through the broken window. "Shouldn’t we stop her?" Vincent asked. "Why?" the Harbinger replied. "She’ll tell them about our alliance, which will force the Moon Alpha to prepare for war.

The stress will weaken her further, making tomorrow night’s betrayal even more heartbreaking." "You planned this," Helena realized. "We planned everything," the Harbinger confirmed. "Every choice, every partnership, every act of heroism or treachery. All leading to one beautiful moment of destruction." As dawn approached, two groups prepared for fight. Thirteen enemy packs gathered their forces, while one lone wolf raced madly toward an uncertain dawn. But in the depths of the Blackwood cave, Darian sat alone with old prophecies spread before him, knowing that tomorrow night, everything would change. The question wasn’t whether he would betray Elara. The question was whether his treason would save her or damn them

all.