Bound to the Triplet Alphas-Chapter 79: The Hidden Allies

ARIA POV

I grabbed Emma by the shoulders, my fear making me rough.

"What do you mean she wants my babies?" I demanded, my voice shaking. The room spun around me as fear threatened to take over.

Emma winced at my grip but didn’t pull away. "I’m sorry, Luna Aria. But there’s more you need to know. I wasn’t totally honest about who I am."

Before anyone could respond, Emma reached into her pocket. Every wolf in the room tensed, ready to attack.

Instead of a weapon, she pulled out a small metal tag. It shone under the lights of our war room.

"I’m Agent Emma Gray, Division 7 of the SPA – Supernatural Protection Agency," she revealed. "We’re a secret government organization that monitors all supernatural beings in North America."

The room exploded with growls and yells. Alpha Maddox lunged forward, but Kael stopped him with an arm.

"You’ve been spying on us?" Kael’s voice was deadly quiet.

"Protecting you," Emma amended. "And protecting humans from those who would expose your existence."

I released her shoulders and stepped back, my mind running. "How long have you known about werewolves?"

"The SPA has existed for over a century," Emma stated. "We know about all supernatural creatures – werewolves, vampires, witches, and more."

"Impossible," Alpha Freya said. "We would have known."

Emma smiled sadly. "That’s our job – to stay unknown. We only act when necessary."

I looked at my friends, trying to read their thoughts. Lucien seemed curious, Jaxon suspicious, and Kael looked ready to tear Emma apart.

"Why reveal yourself now?" I asked.

"Because the seventh queen threatens everyone – wolves and humans alike," Emma said. "What I told you about being her prisoner was true. I was undercover examining strange energy readings when she captured me."

Emma pulled up her sleeve to show a nasty scar running from wrist to elbow. "I escaped three days ago. My agency has been tracking her moves. She’s gathering an army – not just dogs, but other creatures too."

"What does she want with my babies?" I pressed, my hand protectively covering my stomach.

"The prophecy," Emma said simply. "The one about seven queens who will unite the lands. Each queen holds a piece of ancient power. You’re the sixth queen to rise. Your kids will be the seventh and eighth."

My knees buckled. Kael caught me before I hit the floor.

"That’s not possible," I whispered. "The messenger said the seventh queen was already awake."

"She’s an imposter," Emma said strongly. "A witch who stole power from the first five queens after you woke them. She’s powerful, but imperfect. She needs your babies to finish the ritual."

"And your agency knows all this how?" Jaxon asked skeptically.

Emma paused, then reached into her bag. She pulled out a small device and put it on the table. A hologram appears – a map showing red dots across the country.

"Each dot represents a pack that’s been attacked in the last month," she continued. "Not just your friends. Over thirty packs have been destroyed."

I stared at the pattern. It made a spiral, with our territory at the center.

"She’s working with the traditional packs," Emma added. "They think she’ll help them wipe out advanced packs like yours. They don’t know she plans to sacrifice them all once she has what she wants."

"And what does your agency want?" Lucien asked the question we were all thinking.

Emma looked me straight in the eyes. "We want to help you stop her. We have tools your packs don’t – technology, weapons, intel."

"In exchange for what?" Kael growled.

"A new alliance," Emma said. "Formal recognition between your kind and ours. No more hiding from each other."

The Alphas exploded in argument again. Some wanted nothing to do with people. Others saw the possible benefits.

I raised my hand for silence. Surprisingly, they all stopped talking.

"How do we know we can trust you?" I asked Emma. "How do I know this isn’t a trap to expose all wolves to the world?"

"You don’t," Emma admitted. "But consider this – if we wanted to expose you, we could have done it decades ago."

She pulled out her phone and showed us pictures – satellite images of our territories, thermal scans of pack runs, even shots of wolf shifters mid-transformation.

"We’ve always known," Emma said softly. "And we’ve always protected your secret."

I looked around the room at the Alphas and my mates. Fear and doubt showed on every face.

"What kind of weapons do you have?" Alpha Maddox asked quickly.

Emma smiled. "Silver bullets are a myth, but we have tranquilizers especially made for supernatural creatures. Sonic weapons that can incapacitate without killing. And intel on every pack in the country – including those allied with the false queen."

"You would give us this information?" Alpha Freya asked carefully.

"Not give," Emma amended. "Share. We work together or not at all."

I took a deep breath. "I need to discuss this with my mates."

Emma nodded. "You have until dawn to decide. That’s when my team moves in, with or without your assistance."

The threat hung in the air between us.

"Take her to the guest quarters," I told two of our guards. "Watch her, but treat her with respect."

After Emma left, the room fell into chaos again. Every Alpha had an opinion.

"We can’t trust humans!" Alpha Gregory shouted.

"We can’t defeat the false queen alone!" Alpha Freya countered.

I turned to my mates. "What do you think?"

Kael’s face was hard. "It’s too risky. Once people are involved, we can never go back."

Jaxon shrugged. "We’re already exposed. Might as well get some fancy guns out of it."

Lucien, always thoughtful, said, "The question isn’t whether we can trust them. It’s whether we can beat the false queen without them."

I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of command crushing me. The lives of my unborn children, my pack, and possibly all werewolves rested on my choice.

"There’s one thing no one has asked," I said finally. "Emma said the false queen needs my kids for the ritual. Why both of them?"

A chill settled over the room.

"According to the prophecy," Lucien said slowly, "there should only be seven queens."

"Not eight," I whispered.

The possibilities hit me like a physical blow. My hands shook as they cradled my belly.

"One of my babies isn’t a queen at all," I realized aloud. "One of them is something else entirely."

"The prophecy mentions a protector," Lucien said, his voice barely audible. "A guardian born alongside the final queen."

I met his eyes, seeing the truth there.

"We need to know more," I decided. "I’ll speak with Emma alone."

"Aria, no," Kael objected.

"I have to," I urged. "This is about our children."

An hour later, I sat across from Emma in her guarded room. She looked tired but aware.

"Tell me about the Division," I commanded. "All of it."

Emma sighed. "The SPA was formed after the werewolf killings of 1893. A group of humans who knew the truth chose to protect supernatural beings rather than hunt them."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because they understood balance," Emma answered. "Supernatural beings have always been nature’s way of keeping equilibrium. Without you, certain forces grow uncontrolled."

She leaned forward. "The false queen knows this. She’s not trying to rule – she’s trying to destroy the balance totally."

My heart raced. "And my babies?"

Emma stopped. "According to our records, twins born to a queen have special importance. One will be the final queen. The other..." She trailed off.

"The other what?" I pressed.

Emma looked me straight in the eyes. "The other will have the power to end all queens – forever."

"Which means?" I whispered, though I already knew the answer.

"One of your babies will save the world," Emma said quietly. "And one will have the power to destroy it."

The moon rose outside the window, throwing shadows across the room. In three days, it would turn blood red. And my children would be born into a war they didn’t choose.

"I’ll help you," I told Emma. "But on one condition."

"Name it," she answered.

"If it comes down to a choice between my babies and your mission," I said, my voice like steel, "promise me you’ll choose my babies."

Emma’s face changed. Something dark flashed behind her eyes.

"I can’t make that promise," she said. "Because one of your children isn’t what you think."

"What do you mean?" I asked, fear creeping up my spine.

Emma leaned closer. "The fake queen wasn’t lying about everything. She just got one thing wrong."

Her eyes changed color, going from blue to vibrant purple.

"She’s not the imposter, Aria," Emma whispered. "You are."