All Chapters of Chosen By The Alpha Triplets: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

David's POV"David!" Damien's voice slices through the fog as I stumble into the clearing, my body screaming in agony. Arms grapple for me,carrying me up from the ground. Everything is foggy, distant, yet I'm able to make out his concerned face as he tugs me upright, his arms sure, strong."Get him inside!" Serafine's voice echoes with desperation.My legs buckle, and the next thing I know, I am being carried into the packhouse as my body is heavy and limp. I can feel the blood swelling from the wound in my side, and all starts to blur together as the darkness pulls me under.Hours might have passed, even more. It was sometime later that I opened my eyes. My body felt like it had been dragged through a hell of torture. I lay on the bed, and the voices were mumbling around me. My room came into view rather slowly: Serafine, Damien, Daniel, and Abigail standing close and looking strained. "He's waking up," Daniel said in a hushed tone, and then they all pressed forward.David, are

Serafine's POV"We can't take his word for it," I say, pacing back and forth in the packhouse. My nerves are shot, my mind racing from the rogue's offer: betrayal or sacrifice. It all seems a trap, and yet, this sickness keeps spreading. Time has run out on us. We have no answers, and the pack grows weaker with every passing day.The others huddle around the table, this weight hanging over us, like a cloud in thickness. Damien, Daniel, and David say not a word; each of them lost to his own thoughts, faces worn by lack of sleep. There's just so much tension in the room that no one seems to know what to do next."We must consider it," Daniel says finally, breaking the silence. "We have little other choice. This curse will eventually spread too far, to the point that by the time Lucian makes his move, we will be too weak to push back."Damien shakes his head, clenching his jaw in frustration. "What if this is a trap? What if the rogue is just lying, to break us from within? We can't

Daniel's POV"Okay. We wait."Serafine's words echo in her mind but one can see the strain on her face, the frustration in her. As we all walk out of the room, the tension is still in the air and I know we need a break. The pack has been through too much and it feels like there's much more coming.But I've always believed sometimes that laughter is the best medicine.I watch David as he walks down the hall, exhausted and spent, and then one silly notion enters my head. It has been quite a while since any of us laughed good and proper. Maybe it's kinda time to remind everyone that we're still family even with all this sickness and despair.I snuck up behind him trying my best to make as little noise as possible. Right when I am behind him, I try my best to put on the most serious tone of voice."David," I say in a low, no-nonsense tone, "it would appear that Lucian has sent a spy, and I'm afraid I am going to have to take you into custody based on suspicion of suspicious behavior.

How am I to save them, to save everyone, when the path ahead of me remains so unclear?"What If the decisions I've made so far have already set us on the path to destruction."The feeling of Lucian's prophecy weighs down on me, an uncontrollable fog; uncertainty claws at my insides. I sat with my mother, Susan, in the darkened room, the both of us in such a haze from what we had seen in that vision. It is too much to handle, knowing that Abigail and her brothers literally hold in their hands the fate of all wolves. Protection? How could I protect them when I don't even know what the right choices are?"We need help, Mom," I say, my voice barely audible. "I don't know how to guide Abigail through this. Her powers… they're already stronger than I can handle."Susan nods, her gaze distant, lost in thought. "There was someone who offered to help once… Amara."The name brings a flash of hope, but it's succeeded all too soon by doubt. Amara was an extremely powerful witch whose knowledg

Before us, the clearing spreads, and the further we go towards the sacred lands, the heavier the air feels like the very air has thickened. The magic here is old, as heavy as fog, that clings to each breath I take. Every step forward feels like moving through water, growing thicker with every minute. There's this weird sound in the back of my mind like a whisper. I'm not sure if it's coming from the land or from inside me.That night, when we made camp, finally, exhaustion weighed me down. I barely got my head against the earth before my eyelids closed. I was expecting an unconscious sleep to claim me, but rather it was a vision seized me.The world around me is dark, though not in a sense of lacking content. It's that type of darkness that pulsates with energy, seemingly watching me as I am standing in the center of some aged stone chamber. Torches dance across the walls, casting long shadows against the rough cut stone. The air is thick with a strange scent of a mixture of herbs