Fated Mate to the Triplet Alpha-Chapter 47: Elara’s Choice

The wolf howl came again, closer this time. But it wasn’t what Elara expected. A massive silver wolf burst through the woods, followed by dozens of others. Their eyes glowed pure white instead of gold or red. Behind them ran wolves of every color—brown, black, gray, even some pure white ones. "The Silver Moon Pack," Luna Evelyn whispered in wonder. "And the River Valley Pack. And... oh my gods, is that the Mountain Ridge Pack?" Five different packs were charging toward them.

Packs that had never worked together before. The Shadow King growled, his fake face twisting with rage. "This changes nothing. I have an army of ghosts." But Elara was looking at the silver wolf leading the charge. Something about it felt familiar. As it got closer, she could see a scar across its left eye. "Impossible," she breathed. The silver wolf shifted to human form, showing a man with graying hair and the same green eyes as Elara. "Hello, daughter," he said quietly. The world stopped spinning. Everyone froze—shadow creatures, pack members, even the Shadow King himself. "Dad?" Elara’s voice cracked. "But you’re dead. Both of you are dead." A woman with silver-streaked black hair stepped out from behind him. She had Elara’s exact same face, just older. "We let everyone believe that," her mother said softly. "It was the only way to keep you safe." "This is impossible!" Tobias snarled. "I killed them myself eighteen years ago!" Elara’s father smiled grimly. "You killed decoys. Very good ones, but still fake." He looked at his daughter with pride and sadness. "We’ve been hiding, building alliances, waiting for the day you’d claim your true power." "Why didn’t you tell me?" Tears ran down Elara’s face. "Why did you let me think I was alone?" "Because you needed to become strong on your own," her mother stated. "If you’d known we were alive, you would have looked for us instead of finding your own path." The Shadow King recovered from his shock first. "Touching meeting. Now watch them die again." He gestured, and his shadow creatures lunged forward. But they crashed into a wall of wolves from five different packs, all fighting together. In the chaos, Elara felt someone grab her arm. It was Marcus, his eyes wild with desperation. "This ends now," he hissed, pulling her away from the triplets. "You’re going to reject the bonds and leave my pack forever." "Let go of me!" "I won’t let some omega destroy everything I’ve built!" Marcus’s grip tightened painfully. "My sons were supposed to mate with powerful Alphas, not some hidden freak!" That’s when Kael appeared behind his father like a ghost. "Take your hands off my mate."

Marcus spun around, still holding Elara’s arm. "You don’t understand what she is! Her parents were criminals! They—" Kael’s hand connected with Marcus’s jaw, sending the older Alpha flying backward. "I don’t care what her parents did," Kael said bitterly. "I care what she does. And she’s never done anything but guard this pack." Ronan and Darian appeared on either side of them, their eyes burning with anger. "You hurt her," Ronan growled at his father. "Your own pack’s Luna." "She’s not Luna yet," Marcus spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "Actually," Darian said in his quiet, scary voice, "she is. The moment she put on that crown and accepted our ties, she became our equal. Not our property." Marcus looked at his three boys like he didn’t recognize them. "I raised you better than this." "No," Kael said firmly. "You raised us to be like you. Controlling. Manipulative. Using people for power." He moved closer to Elara, taking her hand. "She taught us to be better." The Shadow King’s laughter cut through their family tension. "How sweet. But you’re all going to die anyway." The fight around them was getting worse. Even with five packs fighting together, the shadow creatures seemed endless. Every time one was killed, two more appeared. "He’s feeding off the fear and anger," Elara’s mother called out, slashing through a shadow thing with silver claws. "The more people fight and hate, the stronger he becomes!"

That’s when Elara understood. The Shadow King hadn’t just wanted her power. He’d wanted the chaos. All the fights between packs, the jealousy, the betrayal—it was all food for him. "Stop fighting!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. Everyone—shadows, dogs, even the Shadow King—paused to look at her. "I said stop!" The crown blazed with silver light. "All of you!" The Shadow King laughed. "Little queen giving orders? How wonderful." "I’m not giving orders," Elara said, her voice carrying across the battlefield. "I’m making a choice." She looked at the triplets first. "Kael, Ronan, Darian—I accept our link. All of it. But not because fate decided it or because your father wanted to use me. I choose it because I love you. All three of you, in different ways." The mate bonds between them flared to life, stronger than ever. Then she turned to Marcus. "And I choose to be Luna of this pack. But I won’t be the kind of Luna you wanted. I won’t be controlled or hidden or used as a tool for power." Marcus started to argue, but she cut him off. "I choose to unite the packs, not rule over them. I choose to protect everyone, not just the strong ones." Her voice got louder with each word. "And I choose to fight for what’s right, even if it means fighting you." The Shadow King growled. "Enough talks! You’re still just one little omega against—" "She’s not alone," Elara’s father interrupted, standing beside his daughter. "And she’s not an omega," her mother added, flanking Elara’s other side. The triplets moved to stand behind her, their combined power flowing through their tie. "She’s not just one person," said a voice from the crowd. It was Beta Rivers, moving forward despite his shame over Celeste’s betrayal. "She’s all of us." One by one, pack members began standing with her. First the Blackwood Pack, then the Silver Moon Pack, then all the others. Even some of the Blood Moon Pack warriors—the real ones who had been controlled by shadow magic—broke free and joined them. The Shadow King looked around at the united packs and his confident smile faded. "This is impossible. Packs don’t work together. Wolves are selfish, protective, violent—" "Maybe we used to be," Elara said, feeling the power of hundreds of wolves running through her. "But we’re choosing to be better." The crown’s light grew blinding. Not just silver now, but gold and white and every color of the rainbow. "I choose love over fear," she continued, her words echoing with power. "Unity over division. Hope over sadness."

The Shadow King stumbled backward as his creatures started dissolving in the crown’s light. "Impossible!" he shrieked. "I am forever! I am—" "You’re nothing," Elara said bluntly. "Nothing but old hate and forgotten pain. And I choose to let you go." The light exploded outward, washing over the entire area. When it faded, the Shadow King and all his animals were gone. But something else was gone too. The crown had disappeared from Elara’s head. "Where did it go?" Darian asked, looking around anxiously. Elara smiled, feeling lighter than she had in weeks. "I don’t need it anymore. The real power was never in some old artifact. It was in choosing to bring people together instead of pulling them apart." Marcus stared at her in shock. "But without the crown, you’re just—" "The Luna we chose," Kael finished firmly. "The Luna we want." "The Luna we need," Ronan added. "The Luna we love," Darian finished. Elara felt tears of joy running down her face. For the first time in her life, she wasn’t alone. She had her mates, her parents, and an entire coalition of packs who had decided to stand together. But as the celebration started around them, she noticed something that made her blood run cold. Celeste was nowhere to be seen. And neither was Tobias. "Did anyone see where they went?" she asked anxiously. Luna Evelyn’s face went pale. "During the fight, I saw them heading toward the old mine.

The one where we put the wolfsbane reserves." Understanding hit Elara like a physical blow. Wolfsbane was poison to werewolves in large amounts. But in the right proportion, it could also be used to make bombs. "They’re going to try to poison the water supply," she breathed. "If they dump enough wolfsbane into the underground stream that feeds our territory..." "Every wolf for miles would die," her father finished grimly. The party stopped. Everyone stared at Elara, waiting for her choice. She looked at the triplets, seeing her own determination mirrored in their eyes. "Then we stop them," she said simply. But as they prepared to race toward the mines, a new sound echoed across the night. The sound of a blast in the distance. They were t

oo late.