Trap of the King Alpha Triplet

Emily's

POV.

The next morning, Leo and I arrived at the hospital, coffees in hand and spirits cautiously optimistic. But nothing could have prepared us for the scene that greeted us when we entered Luca's room.

Alpha Christ stood at the foot of the bed, his imposing presence filling the small space. Luna Olivia - my mom - was bent over Luca's leg, her hands glowing with an otherworldly light. And Luca? He looked like he was trying very hard not to

scream.

"Mom?" I blurted out, nearly dropping my coffee. "What are you doing?"

Olivia looked up, a bright smile on her face that contrasted sharply with Luca's pained grimace. "Emily, sweetie! You look good. Isn't it obvious? I'm helping Luca with his bones. We can't have such a handsome boy becoming a cripple, now can we?"

I almost choked on my coffee. Luca and his brothers wore identical expressions of strained politeness, clearly used to my mom's... unique brand of bedside manner.

"Mom," I said, trying to keep my voice level. "Maybe we could work on your tact a little?"

Olivia just laughed, her hands still working their magic over Luca's mangled leg. "Tact is overrated, dear. Now, come here and watch. You might learn something."

Curiosity overcoming my embarrassment, I moved closer to the bed. The sight of Luca's leg made my stomach turn, but I couldn't look away. Under my mom's glowing hands, I could actually see the bone knitting itself back together, muscle and sinew reattaching in a grotesque but fascinating dance.

"So," I said, swallowing hard. "How's it looking?"

"Oh, it's not too bad," Olivia said cheerfully, as if she were discussing the weather and not reconstructing a shattered limb. "He'll need to stay off it for a few weeks, though. No ice hockey practice - we don't need this newly joined bone taking any hits from wayward pucks."

Luca's face fell at this news. "But the league starts soon," he protested weakly. "I need to be ready."

"You need to be healed," Leo cut in, his tone brooking no argument. "The team will understand."

As Olivia continued her magical orthopedic work, Alpha Christ turned to his sons, his expression grave. "We need to discuss this attack," he said, his voice low and authoritative. "The alliance between the Lynx and these rogue wolves is unforgivable. It goes against everything we stand for as shifters."

The atmosphere in the room shifted, becoming tense and serious. I felt like I should leave, but a gentle hand on my arm - Leo's - kept me in place.

"Once we've ensured our borders are secure," Alpha Christ continued, "we'll need to take action. I propose a trip to Lunaris."

My ears perked up at the unfamiliar name. "Lunaris?" I echoed.

Logan nodded, his eyes lighting up with excitement despite the serious conversation. "It's the capital city of the King Pack," he explained. "Think of it like... New York City but not for humans, only werewolves." My mind reeled at the comparison. I'd never left our pack territories - the idea of a werewolf metropolis was almost too much to comprehend.

"We'll meet with Alpha King," Alpha Christ said. "Discuss our options for dealing with the Lynx threat. They may be few in number, but they're cunning and dangerous. We can't let this attack go unanswered."

As they delved into strategy talk, my mind wandered. Lunaris. A city full of werewolves, shifters, who knew what else. It sounded incredible, terrifying, and exciting all at once.

"Can I come?" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

The room fell silent, all eyes turning to me. I felt my cheeks heat up under their scrutiny.

"I mean," I backpedaled, "if it's okay. I've just... never been to a big city before."

To my surprise, it was Alpha Christ who answered. "Of course," he said, his stern expression softening slightly. "You're part of this family now, Emily. It's time you saw more of our world."

The triplets exchanged grins, their excitement palpable. "Oh man, Em," Luca said, momentarily distracted from the magical bone-knitting happening to his leg. "You're going to love it. The lights, the nightlife, the food..." "The shopping," Logan chimed in with a wink.

"The hockey arena," Leo added. "It's where the Shapeshifter League finals are held every year."

As they launched into tales of past trips to Lunaris, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness bubble up in my chest. This was it - my first real adventure outside of our little corner of the supernatural world.

"Oh, that reminds me," Olivia piped up, her hands still working their glowing magic on Luca's leg. "Emily, did I ever tell you about the time I met your father in Lunaris? It was quite the whirlwind romance."

I blinked, caught off guard by this sudden mention of my absent father. "No," I said slowly. "You didn't."

Olivia's eyes took on a faraway look, even as her hands continued their intricate magical weaving. "It was during the Lunar Festival. I was there studying advanced potion-making, and he was...in that time, well, I never did find out exactly what he was doing there. But he swept me off my feet. Literally, at one point - your father had a flair for the dramatic."

I leaned in, hungry for any scrap of information about the man I'd never known. "What was he like?"

Olivia smiled, a mix of fondness and old pain in her eyes. "Charming. Brilliant. A bit reckless. You have his eyes, you know. And his knack for finding trouble."

Before I could ask more, there was a loud crack from Luca's leg, followed by a yelp of pain from Luca himself.

"All done!" Olivia announced cheerfully, the glow fading from her hands. "How does that feel, dear?"

Luca flexed his leg cautiously, his eyes wide with amazement. "It... it feels good. Great, actually. How did you...?"

Olivia waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, just a little magical orthopedics. Nothing too fancy. Now, who wants to see the X-ray spell I learned last week? It's quite fascinating, really. You can see right through to the..."

"I think that's enough medical magic for one day, dear," Alpha Christ cut in smoothly, placing a hand on Olivia's shoulder. "We should let Luca rest."

As we filed out of the room, my head was spinning with everything that had happened. Magical healing, plans for a trip to a werewolf metropolis, tantalizing hints about my mysterious father - it was almost too much to process. Leo fell into step beside me as we headed toward the cafeteria. "You okay?" he asked softly. "I know that was a lot to take in."

I nodded, offering him a small smile. "Yeah, just... processing. It's all so overwhelming sometimes, you know? A few months ago, my biggest worry was passing Algebra. Now I'm going on diplomatic missions to werewolf New York." Leo chuckled, slinging an arm around my shoulders. The gesture felt natural, comfortable in a way that still surprised me sometimes. "Welcome to the supernatural world, little witch. It's a wild ride, but I promise it's worth it." Whatever came next, one thing was certain: life with the King Pack was never going to be boring.