Fated Mate to the Triplet Alpha

Chapter 18: Chapter 18: Shadows of the Mind

Kael and Elara ran through the winding tunnel, the sounds of pursuit fading behind them. The passage grew narrower until they were forced to crawl through a small opening. They emerged onto a rocky ledge overlooking a moonlit valley.

"We need to find the others," Elara gasped, trying to catch her breath.

Kael nodded, his face grim. "I can feel Ronan through our brother bond. He’s alive but in pain."

"And Darian?" Elara asked, fear clutching at her heart.

"Harder to sense. He’s always been able to shield his thoughts," Kael explained, scanning the valley below. "It’s how he survived eighteen years with the queen."

A howl echoed across the valley – not the twisted cry of skin-walkers, but the clear call of a wolf. Kael’s head snapped up, relief washing over his face.

"That’s Ronan’s signal. They’re at the meeting point."

They climbed down the rocky slope carefully, every shadow seeming to hide danger. When they reached the valley floor, Kael led them through a dense patch of trees to a hidden cave entrance.

Inside, Ronan paced anxiously while Tobias tended to a wound on his arm. Darian sat cross-legged in the corner, eyes closed in deep concentration.

"Elara!" Ronan rushed forward, pulling her into a fierce hug. "You’re alive!"

"Barely," Kael said. "Father’s working with the skin-walkers. He’s planning to become one of them."

Tobias’s face darkened. "We suspected as much when we saw him with Celeste. The shadow taint is already changing him."

Darian’s eyes snapped open. "We don’t have much time." His voice was tight with urgency. "Father isn’t just helping the queen – he plans to overthrow her."

"How do you know?" Kael asked.

"Because he told me," Darian replied, standing up. "When you two were separated from us, he captured me and Ronan. He wanted me to join him."

Ronan growled. "I would’ve ripped his throat out if those shadow creatures hadn’t been holding me down."

"What exactly did he say?" Elara asked, moving closer to Darian.

Darian’s golden eyes – so similar yet gentler than his brothers’ – met hers. "He’s going to use you to steal the queen’s power, not just your silver fire. He’s planning a ritual during the blood moon tomorrow night."

A chill ran down Elara’s spine. "The blood moon? Luna Evelyn mentioned that in her diary. Something about powers being at their peak."

"It’s when the veil between worlds is thinnest," Tobias explained. "When the skin-walkers first crossed over."

"We need to stop him," Kael said, his hand unconsciously seeking Elara’s. "But first, we need to find somewhere safer to hide."

"No," Darian said firmly, surprising everyone. The youngest triplet rarely contradicted his older brother. "What we need is to prepare Elara. Father will find us – he has shadow trackers now. Our only advantage is that he doesn’t know what she’s capable of."

"And what am I capable of?" Elara asked. "I can’t control the silver fire yet."

"But you can learn to shield your mind," Darian replied. "It’s how I survived all those years with the queen – by hiding my thoughts, my feelings, my true self."

"Can you teach me?" Elara asked.

Darian nodded. "That’s why I asked to speak with you alone."

Kael frowned. "Alone? We need to stick together."

"I’ll take first watch," Tobias said diplomatically. "Kael, you and Ronan should rest and heal. You’ll be no good to Elara exhausted."

Though clearly reluctant, Kael nodded. He squeezed Elara’s hand before following Ronan to the back of the cave.

Darian led Elara to a small alcove where a tiny stream trickled through the rock. He sat cross-legged on the ground, gesturing for her to do the same.

"The skin-walkers can slip into your dreams, read your thoughts, see through your eyes if you let them," Darian explained quietly. "That’s how they found us at the temple. They saw through Celeste."

"Can they see through me now?" Elara asked, suddenly paranoid.

"No," Darian assured her. "Your silver eyes protect you somewhat. But you need stronger defenses if we’re going to defeat them."

He took her hands in his. Unlike Kael’s passionate touch or Ronan’s protective grip, Darian’s hold was gentle yet steady – like an anchor in a storm.

"Close your eyes," he instructed. "Picture your mind as a place – somewhere you feel safe."

Elara closed her eyes, trying to concentrate. "I’m not sure I have anywhere safe anymore."

"Then create one," Darian suggested. "Something that feels like home."

After a moment’s hesitation, Elara imagined a small cottage deep in the woods, surrounded by wildflowers and protected by ancient trees. The home she’d always wished for but never had.

"I see it," she whispered.

"Good. Now imagine walls around it – not stone or wood, but made of light. Silver light from your own power."

As Elara concentrated, she felt something stir within her chest – a warm glow that spread outward. In her mind, silver walls rose around her cottage, shimmering with power.

"Now for the test," Darian said. His voice seemed to come from both inside and outside her mind. "Let me in, but only as far as you want."

Elara felt a gentle pressure against her mental walls – like someone knocking politely at a door. Cautiously, she created a small opening, allowing Darian to step into the outer edge of her mindscape.

You’re a natural, his voice echoed in her thoughts.

This is strange, she replied, surprised at how easily the mental communication came to her.

It’s part of the Luna’s gift, Darian explained. The ability to connect with pack members through thought. The queen feared this power most of all.

Why?

Because it means you can command loyalty without fear or force. True leadership.

Suddenly, Darian’s presence in her mind became more urgent. There’s something else I need to tell you – something I couldn’t say in front of the others.

Elara felt her heart beat faster. What is it?

During my captivity, I learned things about the prophecy, about why all three of us are bonded to you.

Images flashed through their shared mental space – ancient texts, strange symbols, three wolves circling a silver-eyed woman.

The triplet bond isn’t just about balancing your power, Darian continued. It’s about choice.

Choice? Elara didn’t understand.

When the time comes, you’ll have to choose one of us to complete the final bond. One heart, one mind, one soul – that’s what the prophecy truly means.

Shock rippled through Elara’s mental shields. Choose? But I thought all three of you...

Were destined to be your mates? Yes, but in the end, only one can share the full bond. The others will remain connected, but differently.

Does Kael know this? Or Ronan?

No, Darian admitted. And we can’t tell them yet. It would divide us when we need to be united.

Why are you telling me this now? Elara asked, confusion and hurt swirling through her.

Because my father knows, Darian replied grimly. It’s why he sought me out separately. He’s trying to manipulate us against each other.

Before Elara could question him further, a sharp pain lanced through their mental connection. Darian pulled away abruptly, breaking the link.

In the physical world, Elara’s eyes flew open to see Darian clutching his head, face contorted in pain.

"What’s happening?" she cried, reaching for him.

"He’s trying to get in," Darian gasped. "Father – he’s using the blood bond between us."

Elara helped him strengthen his mental shields, instinctively knowing what to do. After a moment, Darian relaxed, the pain fading from his face.

"Thank you," he whispered. "You’re learning quickly."

"What did he want?" Elara asked.

"To see if what the queen told him is true – that I’ve been teaching you to shield." Darian’s eyes were troubled. "He’s getting stronger. The shadow taint is spreading through him faster than I thought possible."

Shouting from the main cave interrupted them. Kael’s voice, sharp with alarm.

They rushed back to find Ronan and Kael staring at the cave entrance where Tobias stood, his face pale.

"They found us," Tobias said. "But it’s not skin-walkers or your father."

He stepped aside, revealing a bloodied and exhausted wolf shifting into human form.

Elara gasped as the figure’s features became clear.

"Luna Evelyn?" she whispered.

But Kael shook his head, eyes narrowed with suspicion. "That’s not my mother. Not anymore."

The woman who looked like Luna Evelyn smiled weakly. "Smart boy. I’m not Evelyn – not entirely." Her eyes shifted briefly to silver before fading back to blue. "My name is Selene. I’ve been trapped inside the queen’s puppet for eighteen years."

"Mother?" Elara whispered, her voice breaking.

Selene nodded, then collapsed to the ground. As Elara rushed forward, she saw something clutched in the woman’s hand – a pendant shaped like a full moon, glowing with silver light.

"I’ve brought you your birthright," Selene gasped. "Take it quickly. We don’t have much time before she realizes I’ve broken free."

As Elara reached for the pendant, Darian grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

"Wait," he warned, his eyes fixed on Selene. "There’s something not right about this."

Selene’s face twisted in anger. "You dare question me, wolf?"

Darian didn’t flinch. "If you’re really Selene, prove it. Tell us something only Elara’s mother would know."

A strange smile spread across Selene’s face – too wide, too sharp. "Clever boy. No wonder the queen kept you all those years." Her eyes shifted again, but this time not to silver.

They turned completely black.

"I had hoped to make this easy," the thing wearing Selene’s face said. "But I’ll take the silver fire one way or another."

The cave erupted into chaos as shadows poured from her mouth, engulfing them all in darkness.