Fated Mate to the Triplet Alpha-Chapter 118: Visions of Tomorrow

The gift basket looked like a warm welcome on the porch. As Elara picked it up, she smiled. The kind act made her heart warm.

"Someone left us gifts for babies," she told the triplets through the door that was open. "Don’t touch anything!" It was too late for Darian’s sharp voice to cut through the air.

As soon as Elara touched the soft blanket inside, her hands burst with silver energy.

In any case, this wasn’t her normal power. This was a whole different thing. The world around them shifted and blurred.

The porch melted into swirling mist, and suddenly they were standing in what looked like their pack house, but different. Older. Changed. "What’s happening?" Ronan asked, reaching out for Elara.

"I don’t know!" she gasped, trying to pull her hands away from the basket. But she couldn’t move.

The blanket seemed glued to her skin. Then they saw them. Their children, but not as babies.

As kids. Kira stood in the middle of a destroyed room, her eyes glowing ice-blue. Furniture floated around her in a dangerous dance, controlled by her mind.

But her face was cold, empty of the warmth they knew. "I don’t want to feel anymore," young Kira said to someone they couldn’t see.

"The emotions hurt too much." "Kira, no!" Elara screamed, but her daughter couldn’t hear her.

The scene changed. Now they saw Kai, older and stronger, but his shadow powers had devoured him.

Darkness poured from his body like black blood, killing everything it touched. His eyes were hollow, lost.

"I tried to control it," he mumbled to the destruction around him. "But the shadows want to eat everything." Kael stepped forward, horror on his face.

"These aren’t our children. This can’t be real." But the images weren’t finished. The new baby came next, maybe sixteen years old.

But this child was frightening. Power radiated from them in waves that made the air itself scream. Half the pack lay unconscious at their feet.

"You all feared me," the youth said, voice echoing with unnatural force. "So I’ll give you something real to fear." With a move, trees died. The earth cracked.

The sky turned blood red. "Stop this!" Elara fought against the image, her own power trying to break free. "This isn’t what they’ll become!"

But more scenes flashed before them. Kira, alone and friendless because her skills scared everyone away.

Kai, locked in a cell because his shadows had killed someone by mistake. The third child, ruling through fear because they’d never learned love.

And through it all, they saw themselves. Older, broken, filled with sorrow. "We failed them," future Elara sobbed in the vision.

"We were so busy fighting enemies, we forgot to teach them how to be human."

"The power was too much," future Kael said, his hair gone gray with worry. "We should have found a way to take it away."

"They hate us," future Ronan whispered. "Our own children hate us for what we made them." The real Darian grabbed Elara’s shoulders.

"Fight it! This is just fear! It’s not real!" But Elara was lost in the visions now.

She saw Kira building an ice castle where she lived alone, pushing away anyone who tried to get close.

She saw Kai slipping into his own shadows, becoming more monster than boy. She saw their unborn child ruining everything they’d built.

"Maybe they’d be better off without powers," she whispered, tears streaming down her face.

"Maybe I should find a way to take it all away." "No!" Ronan shouted.

"You can’t believe this!" But the visions showed them one final scene. The three children, now adults, standing over their parents’ graves. Cold. Unfeeling. Alone.

"They gave us everything," grown-up Kira said without feeling. "Powers, strength, the power to destroy. But they never gave us peace."

"We’re monsters because they made us monsters," adult Kai agreed, his form more shadow than flesh. The third child, beautiful and terrible, nodded slowly.

"Then we’ll make sure no one else suffers like we did. We’ll end all the families. All the magic. All of it."

Elara screamed and finally broke free from the basket. She threw it away from her, but the damage was done.

The visions faded, leaving them standing on their normal porch again. But everything felt different now.

"Those weren’t real futures," Kael said confidently, but his voice shook. "They were just fears." "Were they?"

Elara touched her stomach where the new baby grew. "What if we’re making a mistake? What if having strong children is just selfish?"

"Don’t let them get in your head," Darian warned. "This was clearly a trap."

But Ronan was looking at the basket where it had fallen. "Look at the card." The welcome card had changed.

Now it showed a different message: "Every action has consequences. Choose carefully. - The Guardians" "They did this," Elara breathed.

"They showed us those visions to scare us." "But what if they were right?" she continued, fear making her voice small.

"What if our children really will become monsters because of their power?" From inside the house, baby Kira started crying. Then Kai joined in.

Their innocent wails filled the air, so different from the cold teens in the visions. "We need to go to them," Kael said.

But as they turned toward the door, Elara stopped. "What if touching them sparks my power again? What if I hurt them?"

The fear from the visions was taking root, making her question everything. "This is what they wanted," Darian realized.

"To make us afraid of our own children. To make us pull away from them." "But the visions felt so real," Elara whispered.

"Because they were designed to," he replied grimly. Inside the house, the babies cried harder. They needed their parents.

But Elara found herself frozen, afraid that her touch might somehow push them toward the dark futures she’d seen.

The gift basket lay on the porch, harmless again. But its work was done. The seeds of doubt had been planted. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

And somewhere in the forest, glowing eyes watched with joy as the family began to tear itself apart from within. The real war wasn’t going to be fought with claws and teeth.

It was going to be fought in their hearts and minds.

And the Guardians had just won the first fight.

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