Fated Mate to the Triplet Alpha

Chapter 141: Chapter 141: The Unexpected Birth

The babies’ screams changed into something terrifying—not cries of pain, but sounds of power rising.

Their small bodies began to glow with the same dark energy as the little girl who claimed to be the Destroyer. "What’s happening to them?" Elara asked desperately.

"They’re evolving," the little girl said with a smile that didn’t fit on a child’s face. "Just like I did when you abandoned me." "I never abandoned you," Elara said.

"I don’t even know who you are." "I’m the daughter you could have had," the little girl said.

"In the timeline where you picked power over love. Where you became like me." Suddenly, Elara doubled over in pain. A sharp, cutting feeling tore through her stomach.

"Elara!" Kael ran to her side. "What’s wrong?" Ronan asked anxiously.

"I don’t know," Elara gasped. "Something’s happening." "You’re going into labor," her mother said in shock. "But that’s impossible. You’re not pregnant."

"Aren’t I?" Elara asked through gritted teeth. Another wave of pain hit her, stronger this time.

"The life force Darian gave you," her mother realized. "It didn’t just make you stronger. It made you capable of making new life."

"Creating what?" Darian asked. "Another child," her mother said. "One that’s been growing inside her without her knowing it."

"That’s impossible," Elara said, but even as she spoke, she felt movement inside her—something alive, something powerful. "Nothing is impossible anymore," the little girl Destroyer said.

"Reality is breaking down. The rules don’t apply." "Why is this happening now?" Kael demanded.

"Because I’m calling to my sister," the little girl said. "The new baby—she’s like me. Born from despair and pain. She’ll understand what it means to be unwanted." noveldrama

"Our baby isn’t unwanted," Ronan said angrily. "Isn’t she?" the little girl asked.

"Look at your mate. She’s frightened. She doesn’t want another child in this mess." "That’s not true," Elara said, but her voice shook with fear.

"Then why are you fighting the labor?" the little girl asked. "Why aren’t you letting her be born?"

"Because I’m scared," Elara admitted. "I can barely protect the children I have. How can I protect another one?" "You can’t," the little girl said simply.

"That’s why you should give her to me. I’ll take care of her. I’ll teach her to be strong." "Never," Elara said. Another contraction hit, and this time she screamed.

The sound echoed through the room, and the three babies—Truth, Love, and Wisdom—stopped their own cries to look at their mother. "Mommy hurt," baby Truth said softly. "Mommy scared," baby Love added.

"Mommy needs help," baby Wisdom finished. "We can’t help her," Kael said sadly. "We don’t know anything about delivering babies."

"I do," Elara’s mother said. "But not under these conditions. Not with the Destroyer here."

"Then make her leave," Ronan said. "I can’t," her mother said. "She’s related to the birth. The new baby is calling to her." "Why?" Darian asked.

"Because the baby is being born from the same energy that created the Destroyer," her mother said. "Fear, pain, and desperation."

"But also love," Elara said through another contraction. "I love this kid. I love all my children."

"Do you?" the little girl asked. "Or do you just feel guilty for not wanting her?" "I do want her," Elara said strongly.

"I want her to be safe. I want her to be happy." "Then give her to me," the little girl said.

"I can keep her safe in my world. She’ll never hurt. She’ll never feel pain." "She’ll never feel love either," Kael said.

"Love is pain," the little girl said. "I’m offering her freedom from both." "No," Elara said. "Love is what makes life worth living."

Another spasm, stronger than the others. Elara felt the baby moving, getting ready to be born. "She’s coming," her mother said.

"Everyone needs to help." "How?" Ronan asked. "Form a circle," her mother said. "Use your mate bond to give Elara strength."

The three brothers joined hands around Elara, and golden light began to flow between them. "Better," Elara said, feeling some of the pain ease.

"This is touching," the little girl said mockingly. "But it won’t work. The baby belongs to me." "She belongs to herself," Elara said.

"And she’ll choose her own path." "Will she?" the little girl asked. "Let’s see." The little girl raised her hand, and dark energy shot toward Elara’s belly.

"No!" all three brothers yelled. But the energy didn’t hurt the baby. Instead, it seemed to speed up the birth.

"Now she has to choose," the little girl said. "Be born into a world of love and pain, or come to me and know only peace."

"That’s not a choice," Darian said. "That’s manipulation."

"Life is manipulation," the little girl said. "Everyone tries to control everyone else."

"Not us," Elara said. "We choose to love without control." "Then prove it," the little girl said.

"When your girl is born, let her choose. Don’t try to affect her. Don’t try to convince her. Let her decide completely on her own." "Fine," Elara said.

"But you have to promise something too." "What?" the little girl asked. "If she chooses us, you’ll leave," Elara said.

"All of you. Every dark form, every twisted timeline. You’ll go back to your own world and leave us alone." "And if she chooses me?" the little girl asked.

"Then I’ll go with her," Elara said. "I won’t let my daughter face the darkness alone."

"Elara, no," Kael said. "You can’t," Ronan added. "I can," Elara said. "And I will. A mother’s love doesn’t have conditions."

"Deal," the little girl said. "But remember—no effect. No telling her what to choose."

"Agreed," Elara said. The final contraction came, and Elara felt the baby being born. Her mother caught the child, and everyone held their breath.

The baby was beautiful—perfect in every way. She had Elara’s eyes and the triplets’ strong features.

But there was something else, something that made everyone gasp. The baby was glowing.

Not with dark energy or golden light, but with something entirely new—silver light that seemed to hold every color that ever existed.

"She’s magnificent," her mother whispered.

"She’s powerful," the little girl said, reaching out her hands. "Come to me, sister. Come to where you belong."

The baby looked at the little girl, then at Elara, then at each of the triplets. Her silver eyes seemed to see everything, understand everything. "Choose," the little girl said. "Choose now."

The baby opened her mouth, and instead of crying, she spoke. "I choose," the baby said in a voice like music, "to make my own path." "What?" everyone asked.

"I choose neither darkness nor light," the baby said. "I choose peace. I choose to heal the broken places between worlds."

"That’s impossible," the little girl said. "You have to choose a side."

"No," the baby said. "I choose to build a new side. A place where love and pain can live together without destroying each other."

"You’re just a baby," the little girl said. "You don’t understand."

"I understand everything," the baby said. "I was born from the joining of all worlds. I am the bridge between worlds."

"What does that mean?" Elara asked. "It means," the baby said, "that I’m not just your daughter. I’m everyone’s kid.

Every version of you, every timeline, every possibility—they all added to my birth." "That’s impossible," the little girl said. "Is it?" the baby asked.

"Or is it exactly what happens when love becomes strong enough to heal hatred?" The baby raised her tiny hand, and silver light filled the room.

"I’m not here to choose between you," the baby said. "I’m here to help you choose between staying broken or becoming whole."

"I don’t want to become whole," the little girl said. "I want to stay angry. I want to stay hurt."

"I know," the baby said softly. "But anger and hurt are jails. I can show you the way out."

"I don’t want out," the little girl said, but her voice was less certain now.

"Yes, you do," the baby said. "You want to go home. You want to be liked. You want to stop being afraid." "I’m not afraid," the little girl said. "You’re terrified," the baby said.

"Terrified that if you let go of your anger, you’ll disappear. But you won’t disappear.

You’ll change." "Into what?" the little girl asked. "Into who you were always meant to be," the baby said. "Into my sister." "Your sister?" the little girl asked.

"My twin," the baby said. "The other part of the balance. You’re the darkness that makes light important.

I’m the light that makes darkness livable." "I don’t understand," the little girl said.

"You will," the baby said. "When you’re ready to let me show you."

The baby’s silver light grew brighter, and suddenly everyone could see it—millions of dark figures outside, all the broken versions of themselves from every universe.

"They’re all waiting," the baby said. "Waiting for someone to show them the way home."

"What way?" Elara asked. "The way through pain to peace," the baby said.

"The way through fear to love. The way through endings to new starts." "And if we don’t want to go?" the little girl asked.

"Then you stay broken," the baby said. "And eventually, you break everything else too."

"That’s what I want," the little girl said, but she sounded like she was trying to convince herself.

"No," the baby said. "It’s what you think you want. But what you really want is to stop hurting."

"I can’t stop hurting," the little girl said. "It’s who I am." "It’s who you’ve been," the baby said. "But it’s not who you have to stay."

The baby stretched her hand toward the little girl. "Come with me," the baby said. "Let me show you what healing looks like."

The little girl stared at the baby’s hand for a long moment. "If I take your hand," the little girl said, "what happens to me?"

"You become yourself," the baby said. "Your true self. The one that was always there underneath the pain." "And if I don’t?" the little girl asked.

"Then you stay here," the baby said. "And eventually, the pain consumes you completely."

The little girl looked around the room—at Elara, at the twins, at the three babies who were watching with wide eyes.

"They really love each other," the little girl said softly. "They do," the baby said. "And they could love you too, if you let them."

"I don’t know how to be loved," the little girl said. "I’ll teach you," the baby said. "We’ll learn together." The little girl reached out her hand, almost touching the baby’s fingers.

But at the last second, she pulled back. "I can’t," she said. "I’m too scared."

"I know," the baby said. "But bravery isn’t about not being scared. It’s about being scared and choosing love anyway."

"What if I’m not strong enough?" the little girl asked. "Then I’ll be strong for both of us," the baby said.

"Until you remember how to be strong for yourself." The little girl looked at the baby one more time, then at Elara.

"You really won’t abandon her?" the little girl asked. "Even if she becomes like me?" "Never," Elara said strongly.

"I love all my children, no matter what." "Even me?" the little girl asked. "Even you," Elara said.

"You’re my daughter too, from another reality. That makes you family."

The little girl started to cry—not tears of anger or pain, but tears of relief.

"I’ve been alone for so long," she whispered. "You’re not alone anymore," the baby said.

"Take my hand." The little girl reached out again, and this time, she didn’t pull back. The moment their hands touched, the room burst with silver light.

When the light faded, the little girl was gone. But standing in her place was someone else entirely.

Someone who would change everything they thought they knew about their family.