Trap of the King Alpha Triplet

Emily.

I stood behind my mom, carefully adjusting the last few strands of her hair. My hands were steady, but my heart was racing. This was it. The big day. Mom was marrying Alpha Christ, becoming not just his wife but the Luna of the Windridge

Pack.

"There," I said softly, stepping back to admire my handiwork. "Perfect."

Mom turned to face me, and my breath caught in my throat. She looked... magical.

Her wedding dress was a masterpiece of vintage elegance and lunar symbolism. The bodice was made of delicate ivory lace, intricate patterns of crescent moons and stars woven into the fabric. It hugged her curves before flowing out into a full skirt of gossamer-light tulle that seemed to float around her like a cloud. The sleeves were long and fitted, ending in delicate points over her hands, giving her the appearance of a fairytale princess.

But it was the details that truly took my breath away. Tiny moonstones and pearls were sewn into the lace, catching the light with every movement. The back of the dress dipped low, revealing a cascade of silver chains dotted with more moonstones that glimmered like stars against her skin.

Mom's honey-blonde hair was swept up into an intricate updo, tendrils framing her face in soft waves. Her makeup was subtle but striking, emphasizing her green eyes and giving her an ethereal glow. Around her neck hung a pendant - a perfect circle of opal that seemed to capture all the colors of the moon.

"Mom," I whispered, feeling tears prick in my eyes. "You're so beautiful."

She smiled, reaching out to take my hand. Her touch was gentle, comforting - the same touch that had soothed away nightmares and kissed scraped knees for as long as I could remember.

"Thank you, sweetheart," she said, her voice thick with emotion. I could see her eyes glistening too, and I quickly blinked back my own tears. No way was I ruining her makeup now. "Are you nervous?" I asked, giving her hand a squeeze.

Mom's smile widened, a radiant joy lighting up her face. "You know, I thought I would be. But I'm not. This wedding, it's a celebration of love - mine and Christ's. Why should that make me nervous?"

I nodded, feeling a warmth bloom in my chest. She was right, of course. This wasn't something to be anxious about. This was a beginning, a promise of happiness.

"Now," Mom said, turning back to the mirror. "I think we're missing one last thing."

I reached for the tiara resting on a velvet cushion nearby. It was breathtaking - a delicate web of platinum and diamonds that sparkled like freshly fallen snow. According to Leo, it had belonged to the triplets' great-great-great-grandmother. Carefully, I placed it atop Mom's head, adjusting it until it sat perfectly. The diamonds caught the light, sending prisms dancing across the room.

"There," I said. "Now you really look like a Luna."

Mom laughed, the sound light and carefree. "I think I'm more used to holding a wand than wearing a tiara," she joked.

I grinned back at her. "Well, you look amazing with both. Now come on, your groom is waiting."

We made our way out of the dressing room and towards the garden where the ceremony was being held. I could feel the excitement buzzing in the air - this wasn't just any wedding, after all. The union of an Alpha and Luna was sacred, a cornerstone of pack life.

As we approached the garden entrance, I spotted the triplets waiting for us. My breath caught for a moment at the sight of them in their fitted dark gray suits. They looked like they'd stepped out of a magazine - all chiseled jaws and broad shoulders.

"Wow, Mrs. Olivia," Logan said with a low whistle. "You clean up nice."

Luca elbowed him, but he was grinning too. "What my eloquent brother means is that you look absolutely stunning, Olivia."

I watched with amusement as the triplets, usually so cocky and self-assured, fumbled a bit in the presence of my mom. It was kind of adorable, actually.

"Thank you, boys," Mom said. "You all look very handsome yourselves."

Leo caught my eye. I felt my cheeks warm, remembering our kiss from the cabin. Focus, Emily, I chided myself. This is Mom's day.

The boys led us to the entrance of the garden, and I gasped softly at the sight. The entire space had been transformed into a fairytale wonderland. White flowers bloomed everywhere, their sweet scent filling the air. Twinkling lights were strung overhead, creating a canopy of stars even in the daylight.

And there, at the end of the aisle, stood Alpha Christ.

He cut an impressive figure in his white suit, tall and broad-shouldered. But what struck me most was the expression on his face as he caught sight of Mom. It was a look of such pure adoration, such complete and utter love, that I felt my heart swell.

"Ready?" I whispered to Mom, offering her my arm. In the absence of her own parents, I would be the one to walk her down the aisle.

She nodded, her eyes never leaving Christ's. "More than ready."

As we began our walk, I saw familiar faces in the crowd. Arya was there, grinning and giving me a subtle thumbs-up. I spotted Joe, looking uncharacteristically dressy in a flowing gown. There were faces I didn't recognize too - probably important pack members or representatives from other packs.

Then I saw her. Jasmine. She was sitting with her father, the pack Beta, her face twisted in a scowl that looked out of place among the joyous crowd. I quickly looked away, not wanting to let her sour expression dampen my mood. We reached the altar, where Elder Hadrian stood waiting. His wizened face was solemn as he began to speak.

"We are gathered here today," he intoned, his voice carrying across the hushed garden, "to witness the union of not just two souls, but two worlds. Christ, our Alpha, protector of the pack, and Olivia, a daughter of magic, soon to be our Luna." I listened, rapt, as he spoke of the responsibilities of an Alpha and Luna. Of the sacred bond between them, how their union strengthened not just each other but the entire pack. How an Alpha must be strong, but a Luna must be wise. How together, they would guide and nurture their people.

"An Alpha is the strength of the pack," Hadrian said. "But a Luna is its heart. Christ, do you vow to cherish Olivia, to respect her wisdom and her magic, to lead alongside her rather than above her?"

"I do," Christ said.

"And, Olivia," Hadrian continued, "do you vow to stand by Christ, to offer your strength and your magic in service of the pack, to be a mother to all under your care?"

"I do," Mom said, and I could hear the smile in her voice.

As they exchanged rings - simple bands of white gold engraved with moon phases - I felt tears sliding down my cheeks. Leo's arm slipped around my waist, offering silent support, while Luca discreetly passed me a handkerchief. "By the power vested in me by the Moon Goddess," Hadrian said, his voice rising, "I now pronounce you husband and wife, Alpha and Luna. Christ, you may kiss your bride."

The garden erupted in cheers as Christ swept Mom into a kiss. I clapped and whooped along with everyone else, my heart so full it felt like it might burst.

And then, cutting through the joyous noise like a knife, came a scream.

"NO!"

I whirled around to see Jasmine pushing her way to the front, her face contorted with rage. She jabbed a finger at one of the cameras set up to broadcast the ceremony to the rest of the pack. "Packmates!" she shrieked, her voice shrill and desperate. "Do you really want a witch to be our Luna? Her daughter, the wolfless bastard, to be the next Luna? Is that what you want?!"

A shocked silence fell over the garden. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, all the air driven from my lungs. Wolfless bastard. The words echoed in my head, cruel and cutting.

But before anyone could react, before the murmurs of confusion could grow into something more, a voice cut through the air. It was Alpha Christ's voice, but not like I'd ever heard it before. It was power and authority given sound, a force of nature that seemed to shake the very ground.

"SILENCE!"

The Alpha Voice. I'd heard about it, but experiencing it was something else entirely. Every wolf in the vicinity, even those only watching via broadcast, would feel compelled to obey.

Jasmine's mouth snapped shut, her eyes wide with fear. Christ strode forward, his presence seeming to fill the entire garden.

"Jasmine Delacroix," he said, his voice still thrumming with power, "you dare disrupt this sacred ceremony? You dare insult your Luna and her daughter?"