Fated Mate to the Triplet Alpha

Chapter 114: Chapter 114: The Price of Power

Elara’s awareness floated in the starlit void, watching her mates kneel on the bridge below.

Their sadness cut through her like knives.

She wanted to reach out, to tell them she was still here, but her new form felt strange and wrong. I have to find a way back to them.

But before she could even try, the space around her started to shake.

Ancient voices echoed from the darkness, speaking in languages older than time. "Who dares enter our realm without permission?" "A newborn Bridge Walker thinks she can reshape reality?"

"She must be taught her place." Massive forms emerged from the void—beings of pure energy and malice. Their boss stepped forward, towering over Elara’s silver light form.

"I am Vex, Guardian of the Between. You have violated our rules, child." "I was saving my world," Elara said, her voice echoing weirdly in this place.

"Your world? You belong to us now. Your old life is finished." "No!" Elara’s power flared, sending silver waves crashing outward.

The wave of energy didn’t just stay in the void. It tore through the barriers between worlds, rushing toward her home reality like a tsunami of raw magic. Back on the bridge, Kael felt it first.

"Something’s coming," he gasped. The silver energy slammed into their world with deadly force.

It swept through the forest, the pack lands, everything in its path. At the pack house, Luna Evelyn was feeding the babies when the wave hit.

She screamed as silver light burned through the walls, but instead of ruining the building, it did something worse.

It changed everything it touched. Pack members who were outside when the wave struck found themselves changed.

Sarah, the pack doctor, watched in horror as her hands started glowing with uncontrolled healing magic. But instead of gentle warmth, her touch now burned like fire.

"Help me!" she cried, reaching for her helper. The moment she touched him, his skin blistered and he fell, unconscious.

Young Marcus, barely sixteen and training to be a warrior, felt his strength increase a hundredfold. When he tried to stand up, his strengthened muscles shattered the ground beneath his feet.

He stumbled, grabbing a tree for support, and the huge oak exploded into splinters. "I can’t control it!" he shouted. In the main area, Elder Thompson’s wisdom gift became a curse.

He could suddenly hear everyone’s thoughts at once—every fear, every secret, every desperate wish. The overwhelming noise drove him to his knees, tears running down his face. "Make it stop," he begged.

"Make it stop!" Beta James tried to keep order, but when the wave hit him, his natural authority became compulsion. Every word he spoke became an order that others couldn’t resist.

"Everyone stay calm," he said, and quickly regretted it. Every pack member within hearing distance froze completely, unable to move even when debris started falling around them.

The chaos spread like flames. Pack members were hurting each other without meaning to. Children cried as their parents couldn’t control their new powers.

The elderly collapsed under the strain of quick magical overload. On the bridge, Kael, Ronan, and Darian felt the disaster unfolding through their pack ties.

"Elara!" Kael roared at the void. "What have you done?" Above them, Elara watched the damage with growing horror.

Her unchecked power was destroying everything she’d tried to save. "Stop this!" she begged with Vex. "We warned you," the ancient being said coldly.

"Untrained Bridge Walkers are dangerous. This is why we exist—to avoid disasters like this." "Then help me fix it!" "The damage is done. Your people will suffer until they learn to handle their new gifts.

Most will die." "No!" Elara’s grief sent another wave of power crashing outward. This second wave was even worse than the first.

It reached the nearby territories, transforming rogues into mindless beasts and turning allied packs into enemies as their enhanced emotions turned to pure rage.

Alpha Marcus, who had been away on pack business, felt his own transformation as he rushed home. His already powerful strength became monstrous.

When he tried to shift into his wolf form, he became something else entirely—a creature of shadow and teeth that even he couldn’t control. He found his pack lands in ruins.

Bodies lay scattered where pack members had accidentally killed each other with their new powers.

The pack house was partly collapsed. Children were lost. "What happened here?" he asked. Beta James, still unable to control his compulsion power, accidentally ordered, "Tell me everything."

Alpha Marcus found himself speaking against his will, telling about Elara, the triplets, and the supernatural disaster that had befallen them. When the compulsion finally released him, Alpha Marcus’s eyes burned with rage.

"This is all her fault. The omega destroyed everything." Meanwhile, on the bridge, Darian was using his strategic mind to put together what was happening. "The mate bond," he said suddenly.

"Elara’s transformation affected us first, then spread outward through the pack connections." "Can we reverse it?" Ronan asked desperately. "Not from here. We need to get back to our world."

"The bridge is collapsing," Kael pointed out. The starlight structure was indeed breaking apart around them. Above them, Vex watched with pleasure.

"Your world burns, little Bridge Walker. This is the price of disobeying us. Watch your loved ones destroy each other, knowing it’s your fault."

But Elara wasn’t listening to him anymore. She was focused on the pack ties, following them like roads back to her people.

She could feel their pain, their confusion, their growing hate for what she’d done to them. In the pack lands, the survivors were meeting in the main square.

Those who could still control themselves were trying to help the others. "It’s the omega’s fault," someone yelled. "She cursed us!"

"We should have rejected her from the beginning," another voice added. "Where are the triplets? They brought this evil among us!"

Dr. Sarah, despite her burning touch, was trying to help the injured. But every person she tried to help only got worse. "I’m sorry," she sobbed. "I’m so sorry."

Young Marcus was chained to a post, his increased strength making him too dangerous to be free. "Please," he begged. "I don’t want to hurt anyone else."

Elder Thompson sat in the corner, hands pressed to his ears, still stunned by everyone’s thoughts. Through the mental noise, he caught bits of a terrible truth.

Someone was using the chaos to hide their own deeds. Someone was moving through the pack lands, taking advantage of the confusion to settle old scores and take power.

But before he could identify the traitor, another surge of magical energy knocked him asleep. Back on the bridge, the triplets felt their pack’s hate through the bond. noveldrama

It hit them like physical blows. "They blame us," Ronan said quietly. "They should," Kael responded, his voice hollow. "We failed to protect them."

"We have to get back," Darian urged. "We have to try to fix this." But even as he spoke, the bridge gave one final shudder and began to fall completely.

They were stuck between worlds while their people suffered. High above, Elara made a desperate choice.

If she couldn’t return to her old form, maybe she could at least guide her power more carefully. She reached out with her consciousness, trying to touch each affected pack member separately.

But she was too late. The damage was spreading beyond her control, infecting other areas, other packs. Soon, the entire werewolf world would be consumed by magical chaos.

And in the rubble of her pack lands, a figure in a dark cloak smiled as they moved between the suffering werewolves.

The disaster was great cover for their true plan. Phase one was complete. Now it was time for step two. The real destruction was just starting.