Fated Mate to the Triplet Alpha

Chapter 145: Chapter 145: The Vision Child

The war drums got louder. Closer. Each beat shook the house.

"What’s coming?" Elara asked, holding baby Hope tighter.

Frost’s ice-blue eyes suddenly went completely white. She stared at something none of them could see.

"Frost?" Kael asked. "What’s wrong with her eyes?"

"She’s seeing," Darian said. "She’s seeing the future."

"That’s impossible," Ronan said. "She’s only three months old."

"Tell her that," Elara said.

Frost’s mouth opened. When she spoke, her voice sounded older. Wiser. Like she’d lived a thousand years.

"Three armies are coming," Frost said. "One from the north. One from the south. One from the sky."

"The sky?" Kael asked.

"Flying machines," Frost said. "Metal birds that drop fire from above."

"Who’s leading them?" Darian asked.

"Someone we know," Frost said. "Someone who wants revenge."

"Who?" Elara demanded.

"Alpha Marcus," Frost said. "He’s not dead. He’s been planning this for months."

"But we saw him die," Ronan said.

"You saw him fall," Frost said. "But he didn’t die. He made a deal."

"What kind of deal?" Kael asked.

"He gave the humans information about supernatural powers," Frost said. "In exchange, they gave him an army."

"What kind of army?" Elara asked.

"Enhanced humans," Frost said. "Soldiers with supernatural abilities. They’re stronger than werewolves. Faster than vampires. More magical than witches."

"How many?" Darian asked.

"Thousands," Frost said. "And they’re all coming here."

"Why here?" Ronan asked.

"Because this is where the three children of power were born," Frost said. "We’re the key to everything."

"The key to what?" Elara asked.

"To controlling both worlds," Frost said. "Whoever controls us controls the future."

"Over our dead bodies," Kael snarled.

"That’s exactly what Marcus wants," Frost said. "Dead parents. Living children. Perfect weapons."

"We won’t let that happen," Elara said.

"You might not have a choice," Frost said. "I can see what’s coming. It’s... bad."

"How bad?" Darian asked.

"The house burns," Frost said. "The ground splits open. The sky turns red."

"Can we stop it?" Ronan asked.

"Maybe," Frost said. "But it requires sacrifice."

"What kind of sacrifice?" Kael asked.

"One of you has to die," Frost said. "To save the others."

"Which one?" Elara asked.

"I can’t see that part," Frost said. "The future keeps changing."

"Then we’ll change it again," Darian said. "We’ll find another way."

"There might not be another way," Frost said.

Her eyes rolled back. She was seeing something new.

"What is it?" Elara asked.

"The fire daughter," Frost said. "She’s in danger."

They looked at the fire baby. She was glowing brighter, getting hotter.

"What’s wrong with her?" Ronan asked.

"She’s burning up," the fire baby’s mother said. "I can’t control it." noveldrama

"Why is this happening?" Elara asked.

"Because she’s sensing the army," Frost said. "The fire army. They’re using her power against her."

"How?" Kael asked.

"They have weapons made from our blood," Frost said. "When they use them, we feel it."

"That’s torture," Darian said.

"It’s war," Frost said. "And it’s about to get worse."

The lightning baby started crackling. Sparks flew from her tiny fingers.

"She’s reacting too," her mother said. "The lightning is building up inside her."

"What happens if it gets too strong?" Elara asked.

"She explodes," Frost said. "And takes half the city with her."

"We have to do something," Ronan said.

"We have to get them out of here," Kael said.

"Where?" Elara asked. "Where can we go that’s safe?"

"Nowhere," Frost said. "They’ll find us anywhere we go."

"Then we fight," Darian said.

"With what?" Elara asked. "We don’t have weapons. We don’t have an army."

"We have each other," Ronan said.

"And we have them," Kael said, looking at the babies.

"They’re just babies," Elara said.

"No," Frost said. "We’re not."

Her eyes went white again. This time, when she spoke, all three babies spoke with her.

"We are fire, ice, and lightning," they said together. "We are the storm that ends all storms."

"What does that mean?" Elara asked.

"It means we’re not running," Frost said. "We’re fighting."

"You can’t fight," Elara said. "You’re three months old."

"Age doesn’t matter," Frost said. "Power does."

"But using your power could kill you," Kael said.

"Not using it will kill everyone," Frost said.

The war drums stopped. The silence was worse than the noise.

"They’re here," Frost said.

"How many?" Darian asked.

"All of them," Frost said. "Marcus brought his entire army."

"What do they want?" Elara asked.

"They want to capture us," Frost said. "They want to study us. They want to learn how to make more children like us."

"More children?" Ronan asked.

"An army of super-powered babies," Frost said. "That’s Marcus’s plan."

"That’s sick," Elara said.

"That’s necessary," said a voice from outside.

They turned to see Alpha Marcus standing in the doorway. But he looked different. Stronger. His eyes glowed with unnatural light.

"Hello, family," Marcus said. "Miss me?"

"We thought you were dead," Kael said.

"I was," Marcus said. "But death doesn’t stick when you make the right deals."

"What kind of deals?" Darian asked.

"The kind that give you power over life and death," Marcus said. "The kind that make you unstoppable."

"You’re not unstoppable," Ronan said.

"Am I not?" Marcus asked. "I have an army of enhanced humans. I have weapons that can kill gods. I have magic that can control time itself."

"What do you want?" Elara asked.

"I want my granddaughters," Marcus said. "I want to raise them properly."

"They’re not your granddaughters," Kael said.

"Aren’t they?" Marcus asked. "I’m your father. They’re your daughters. That makes them mine."

"Over our dead bodies," Elara said.

"That can be arranged," Marcus said. "But I’d prefer to keep you alive. The children will be easier to control if they think their parents are safe."

"We’ll never let you take them," Darian said.

"You won’t have a choice," Marcus said. "I brought friends."

More figures appeared in the doorway. Soldiers in black armor. Their eyes glowed the same unnatural light as Marcus’s.

"Enhanced humans," Frost said. "They’re not fully human anymore."

"What are they?" Elara asked.

"They’re something new," Frost said. "Something that shouldn’t exist."

"What’s wrong with them?" Ronan asked.

"They have no souls," Frost said. "Marcus traded their souls for power."

"That’s impossible," Kael said.

"Nothing’s impossible anymore," Marcus said. "Not when you have the right connections."

"What connections?" Darian asked.

"The kind that live in the dark places," Marcus said. "The kind that hunger for innocent blood."

"You made a deal with demons," Elara said.

"I made a deal with the future," Marcus said. "And the future belongs to those strong enough to take it."

"Not if we stop you," Ronan said.

"You can’t stop me," Marcus said. "I have everything I need."

"Do you?" Frost asked.

Marcus looked at her. His confident smile faltered.

"You’re just a baby," he said. "What could you possibly do?"

"I can see what you can’t," Frost said. "I can see how this ends."

"How does it end?" Marcus asked.

"With you losing," Frost said. "With your army destroyed. With your deals broken."

"You’re lying," Marcus said.

"Am I?" Frost asked. "Look into my eyes. See what I see."

Marcus looked. His face went pale.

"That’s not possible," he said.

"What did you see?" Kael asked.

"I saw myself losing," Marcus said. "I saw my army turning against me. I saw my power being stripped away."

"By who?" Elara asked.

"By them," Marcus said, pointing at the babies. "By three children who shouldn’t exist."

"We exist," Frost said. "And we’re going to stop you."

"How?" Marcus asked. "You’re babies. You can’t even walk."

"We don’t need to walk," Frost said. "We need to fly."

"Fly?" Ronan asked.

"The storm is coming," Frost said. "Fire, ice, and lightning. Together, we become the storm."

"What kind of storm?" Elara asked.

"The kind that changes everything," Frost said. "The kind that ends one world and begins another."

"What do you mean?" Kael asked.

"I mean after today, nothing will ever be the same," Frost said. "The supernatural world and the human world will become one world."

"How?" Darian asked.

"By showing everyone that different doesn’t mean dangerous," Frost said. "By proving that love is stronger than fear."

"And if they don’t listen?" Marcus asked.

"Then we’ll make them listen," all three babies said at once.

Their combined voices shook the house. Outside, the enhanced soldiers started screaming.

"What’s happening to them?" Marcus asked.

"They’re remembering," Frost said. "They’re remembering what they used to be."

"What were they?" Elara asked.

"Human," Frost said. "Before you stole their souls."

"I didn’t steal anything," Marcus said. "I traded for it."

"With who?" Ronan asked.

"With me," said a new voice.

A figure stepped out of the shadows. Tall, dark, with eyes like burning coals.

"Who are you?" Kael asked.

"I’m the one who made the deal," the figure said. "I’m the one who gave Marcus his power."

"What are you?" Elara asked.

"I’m what comes after death," the figure said. "I’m what waits in the dark."

"A demon," Darian said.

"The demon," the figure corrected. "The first one. The strongest one. The one who wants to rule both worlds."

"Why?" Elara asked.

"Because I’m tired of hiding," the demon said. "I’m tired of living in shadows. I want to walk in the light."

"The light will destroy you," Frost said.

"Will it?" the demon asked. "Or will it make me stronger?"

"There’s only one way to find out," Frost said.

Her eyes went white again. This time, they stayed that way.

"What’s happening to her?" Kael asked.

"She’s preparing," Darian said. "For the final battle."

"What final battle?" Elara asked.

"The one that decides everything," Frost said. "The one that determines who rules the future."

"When?" Ronan asked.

"Now," Frost said.

And the world exploded into light.