THE TRIPLET ALPHAS ARE HERS Chapter 96: The Northern Factions

The tension at the North beca more tense as the days went by. The three factions visited again.

All were received in Silvermoor’s throne room on this particular day.

Three envoys stood before the raised dais where Aeron, Kael, and Theron sat in matching chairs of black oak. Seren stood to Aeron’s left, not on the throne, but close enough to be seen as part of the decision. The council filled the benches behind her. Guards lined the walls.

The first envoy spoke first. She was an older wolf woman with grey-streaked hair and tired eyes. Her na was Freya, and she represented the villages that simply wanted the killing to stop.

"The northern territory bleeds," Freya said, her voice rough. "We lost our alpha. We lost our army. We lost our young n in a war that was never ours. Magnus promised us glory. He gave us graves." She looked directly at Aeron. "We want peace. Full integration into the kingdom. Your laws, your protection, your rule. No conditions."

Kael leaned forward. "And your warriors? The ones who followed Magnus into battle?"

"Those who survive want to co ho," Freya said. "They were loyal to their alpha. He’s dead. They’re not. Give them a chance to swear new oaths, and most will."

Aeron nodded slowly. "Your request is noted. Step aside."

The second envoy stepped forward. He was younger, proud, with a scar across his throat that had nearly killed him. His na was Ragnar, and he spoke for the faction that wanted independence.

"The north is not the south," Ragnar said. "We have our own ways, our own customs, our own wolves. We will not be ruled from Silvermoor by princes who never set foot in our snow." His eyes flicked to Seren. "Or by a human queen who should not exist."

Theron’s smile didn’t waver, but his voice dropped to ice. "Careful, envoy. You’re asking for our rcy while insulting our mate. That’s an interesting negotiation strategy."

Ragnar’s jaw tightened. "I speak the truth. The northern packs will not bow to a transford human. If you try to force integration, you will face generations of rebellion. Grant us independence under a new alpha of our choosing, and we will be your allies, not your subjects."

"And if we refuse?" Aeron asked.

"Then we fight." Ragnar’s hand rested on his sword hilt. "Not today. Not tomorrow. But eventually. And you will never have peace in the north."

Kael stood. His bulk cast a shadow over the envoy. "You lost the war. Your alpha is dead. Your army is scattered. And you threaten *us*?"

"I state facts." Ragnar held his ground, though sweat beaded on his forehead. "Occupying the north will cost you thousands of soldiers and years of blood. Is that worth pride?"

Kael’s growl rumbled through the throne room. Seren put a hand on his arm.

"Sit down," she said quietly. "Let him speak his piece. Then we’ll decide."

Kael glared at her for a while, then sat. Ragnar looked at Seren with sothing like surprise; respect, perhaps, that she had controlled the warrior prince where threats had failed.

"Your terms are noted," Aeron said. "Step aside."

The third envoy stepped forward, and the temperature in the room seed to drop.

General Thorne ca alone. He was a massive wolf, broad as Kael and scarred across every inch of visible skin. He wore no ceremonial robes; only battered armour stained with old blood. His eyes were flat, dead, hungry.

"I am not here to negotiate," Thorne said. His voice was low, almost gentle, which made it more terrifying. "I am here to deliver a ssage."

Theron’s hand moved subtly toward the dagger at his belt. "Speak."

"Magnus was my alpha. My friend. My brother in everything but blood." Thorne’s eyes found Seren, and she felt cold crawl down her spine. "You killed him. All four of you, working together like cowards who could not face him alone. His blood is on your hands."

Kael was on his feet again. "He attacked us. He tried to kill our mate. He started a war that killed thousands. And you dare—"

"I dare because I have nothing left to lose." Thorne didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. "My pack is dead. My family is dead. My alpha is dead. All I have is revenge."

Aeron stood slowly. "And what does your revenge look like, General?"

"It looks like this." Thorne reached into his coat. Guards drew weapons. But he pulled out only a folded piece of parchnt, which he tossed onto the floor between them. "A list of every northern wolf who will fight with . Not for territory. Not for power. For *blood*. We will not negotiate. We will not integrate. We will not surrender. We will kill your soldiers, burn your supply lines, and die fighting until there are none of us left."

He turned to leave.

"Guards," Aeron said quietly. "Detain him."

Thorne stopped. He looked over his shoulder. "You can kill . You can torture . You can hang my body from the gates. It will not matter. There are a hundred more like , and they will co..." He smiled. "Welco to the north, your graces."

The guards seized him. He did not resist.

The throne room emptied except for the triplets, Seren, and a handful of trusted advisors including Elowen, who had watched the entire exchange in silence.

"Well," Elowen said, "that was dramatic."

"Shut up," Kael snapped.

She raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Aeron turned to the remaining envoys Freya and Ragnar, who had been held back. "You heard him. You know him. Is he bluffing?"

Freya shook her head. "Thorne is not a politician. He’s a killer. If he says he will fight to the last wolf, he ans it."

Ragnar crossed his arms. "He’s also a fool. His way leads to extinction. But he’s not alone. There are many in the north who feel as he does. Not the majority, but enough to cause problems."

"So we have three options," Theron said, ticking them off on his fingers. "Conquer the north entirely. Crush Thorne’s faction, occupy the territory, and force integration at sword-point. Cost: thousands dead, years of guerrilla war."

"Option two," Aeron continued. "Grant partial autonomy to the north. Let them choose their own alpha, keep their own laws, but swear loyalty to the crown. Cost: we look weak. Other packs may demand similar concessions."

"Option three," Seren said quietly, "leave the north to collapse into civil war. Let Thorne and Ragnar and others fight it out among themselves. Step in only when they’re exhausted."

Kael shook his head. "That could take years. In the anti, refugees flood south. Border raids continue. The north becos a lawless wasteland that spawns bandits and warlords."

Elowen spoke up. "There’s a fourth option."

Everyone looked at her.

"Give Thorne what he wants," she said. "A fight. But on our terms. Offer amnesty to any northern wolf who swears loyalty within thirty days. After that, anyone still fighting is a traitor, and we hunt them down one by one. No occupation. No integration. Just elimination."

"That’s genocide," Seren said.

"It’s war." Elowen shrugged. "You wanted to rule. This is what ruling looks like."

The room fell silent.

Aeron looked at Seren. "What do you think?"

She took a breath. "I think Freya’s faction is the future. Most northerners just want peace. We give them integration, protection, aid. We make it *easier* to join us than fight us. Ragnar’s faction can have autonomy if they swear loyalty, call it a trial period. And Thorne..." She paused. "Thorne we fight. Not his people. *Him*. We offer a bounty on his head. Make him a liability to his own followers. Cut off the head, and the body dies."

Kael grinned. "That’s my mate."

Theron nodded slowly. "It’s risky. But it’s better than slaughtering an entire territory."

Aeron stood. "Then it’s decided. Freya, you will return north with our offer of integration—full protections, economic aid, representation on the council. Ragnar, you will carry an offer of autonomy with clear terms and a five-year review. Thorne..." He looked at the door where the general had been taken. "Thorne will be offered one chance to surrender. When he refuses...and he will; we put a price on his head and let his own people decide if revenge is worth dying for."

Ragnar bowed stiffly. Freya wept with relief.

As the envoys were led out, Seren turned to the triplets. "We’re playing a dangerous ga. What if this fails...?"