The Alphas' Pride Mate (The Pride Who Goes Into Heat)

FIX MALTA.

Seth was the first to approach, his voice tinged with worry. "Bogo, what has happened to you?" Seth placed a hand against Bogo's neck, drawing back slightly in surprise.

"Floridia bewitched me...sent me to lure Dirk to them," Bogo managed to say between labored breaths. The pain was overwhelming, and resisting the vampire's spell was draining both him and his wolf, leaving them weak and on the brink of death. "Please, help us," Bogo implored, desperate for their assistance.

Tricc swiftly knelt beside Bogo, his brothers by his side. The three siblings, each possessing a unique gift, knelt solemnly before Bogo, sensing the imminent danger looming over RiverBay Pack. With a shared nod, the triplets raised their hands, creating a protective barrier around Bogo as they focused their combined energies on breaking Floridia's hold over him.

Energy crackled in the air as the triplets channeled their powers, their eyes ablaze with determination. Gradually, the dark magic enveloping Bogo began to dissipate, leaving him gasping for air. Eventually, the spell dissolved entirely, granting Bogo the freedom to breathe without hindrance. Collapsing onto his side, he breathed raggedly, gazing up at the brothers.

Empowered by the release from the spell's grip, Bogo rose to his feet, his gaze unwavering and resolute. "We must protect Dirk," he proclaimed, his voice firm and resolute.

"Who is Floridia?" Kurt demanded, his gaze penetrating as he peered into Bogo's eyes.

Bogo hesitated, gathering his thoughts before speaking. "She is a vampire and Dirk's step-sister, but she is not acting alone...she is working with Malta. Their intentions regarding Dirk remain unclear to me." His voice faltered, his head lowering briefly as doubt crept in. "They are plotting something big," he whispered. "I am uncertain of their plans, but they must be stopped." His words rushed out in a staccato rhythm, blinking rapidly to combat the encroaching fatigue.

The triplets exchanged glances, and Kurt addressed Tricc. "Now that we have broken Malta's hold on our mate, tell me, brother, may I finally end that wretched creature... I have endured his grasp on Dirk, knowing that his demise would mean Dirk's death, and by extension, ours... But now that his claim is broken, grant me the satisfaction of avenging our mate!" A dark vein pulsed on Kurt's forehead as he spoke, his fury palpable as he yearned to confront Malta for the pain inflicted upon their mate.

Tricc seethed, mirroring his brothers' rage. "I can bear this no longer... Let us bring this to an end once and for all." Turning to Rafe, Tricc entrusted Bogo and Dirk to his care, emphasizing the importance of protecting Dirk. "Take him to our Birth Omega, protect him with your life... Inform him we shall return before nightfall tomorrow... Understood?" His gaze bore into Rafe's eyes with intensity.

"Yes, Alpha," Rafe responded, bowing respectfully before assisting Bogo to his feet and guiding him away.

"You have inherited our grandfather's abilities; I trust you can share them with us," Kurt remarked to Tricc as they shifted simultaneously.

"What is one's belongs to all..." Tricc affirmed, his tiger form emerging. "You must tap into the correct energy." Standing tall before his brothers, his fur shimmering under the moonlight, his eyes gleaming like lightning. "Now, let us fix Malta and mark our mate." He growled with determination.

"Finally!" Kurt roared, charging forward with fierce resolve.

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The triplets arrived at Malta's residence like a force of nature, their forms shifting seamlessly between human and beast as they blurred into motion. Their eyes blazed with a fierce determination, their movements fluid and precise as they swiftly dispatched Malta's men, a horde of over fifty werewolves and vampires who stood guard around the Alpha King's stronghold.

Tricc led the charge, his tiger form a whirlwind of claws and teeth as he tore through the enemy ranks with primal savagery. His roars echoed through the night, a symphony of wrath that struck fear into the hearts of Malta's minions.

Seth moved with unparalleled speed, his Lycan form a blur as he darted between adversaries, delivering swift and lethal strikes that left a trail of fallen foes in his wake. His eyes glinted with a predatory focus, his movements a dance of death that left no room for mercy.

Kurt, the embodiment of strength and ferocity, unleashed a primal fury that shook the very ground beneath their feet. Shifting between Lycan and Tiger, the werewolves could hardly see him coming. His form towered over the compound, a behemoth of power and dominance as he clashed with Malta's strongest warriors, a blend of vampires and werewolves, each blow a testament to his prowess.

Together, the triplets moved as one, a seamless unit of destruction that decimated Malta's forces with ruthless efficiency. The air crackled with energy as their combined might overwhelm the enemy, the scent of blood and fear heavy in the night air.

As the last of Malta's men fell before them, the triplets stood victorious, their chests heaving with exertion, their eyes gleaming with triumph. The ground lay strewn with the mutilated bodies of their fallen foes.

"Well, that ended rather quickly." Kurt jokes, swiping bloodied hands over his forehead.

Nodding, Seth replied, "Just as I was about to get into the moment."

Tricc laughed, his gaze fixed on the door up ahead. "The night is still very young, my brothers... Malta is still not dead." He told them and laughed again when he heard them growl.

Such animals.

With a final, resounding howl that echoed through the night, the triplets matched forward. Malta is behind those doors, they can smell his fear, carried by the winds.

What a coward.