Claimed By My Three Alphas
Chapter 169

Amery

After my conversation with Levi last night, I'd spent the next day cooped up in one of the rooms.

I was wallowing in my sorrow, now more than ever, I knew I had to find a way out of this prophecy.

I confessed my feelings to Levi yesterday, and I can't even bring myself to regret it. We're running out of time, and I'm not going to waste what little we have questioning how I feel.

I know how I feel. I've always known.

Right from day one, I've been pulled to these boys like magnets. They always ignited such deep emotions within me, and there's no point trying to block it out anymore.

I love them.

I love them all. And I feel so pathetic for it taking the countdown to their death for me to finally accept it. I refuse to accept that I have less than a month with all three. I refuse to lose either of them. I can't bear it. After everything I've suffered at their hands, I refuse to let them walk away from me.

They'll spend every day of the rest of their lives making up for it. I'll make sure of it

My lip trembles. I just don't know how yet.

Tossing the freshly washed covers off of me, I make my way out of the room. All three boys are in the kitchen, When I walk in, it seems as though I've interrupted a heated conversation.

Asher's frown melts off his face the moment he lays eyes on me, "Hey Princess, you sleep well?"

I nod, turning to look at Levi. He has his hands folded across his chest as he leans on the gas oven, "When you went to the town square, what exactly did you see?"

He pauses, confused for a moment, "What did I see?"

I nod again.

He shoots Asher a glance, then lifts a hand, "People, I guess. Why?"

"It was the heart of the pack right?"

"It should be."

"Every pack has a healer right?"

"Where are you going with this?" Quincy interrupts with a laugh. I don't pay him any mind, there's no time for fooling around.

"I need a healer to lead me to someone." I'm still staring, stoic, at Levi.

"What type of someone," Asher asks.

"A wise person. I don't know, a fortune teller?"

"What?" Levi has a palm almost pressed against his face, his eyes pressed shut like he's exasperated.

"I need to talk to someone about the prophecy, I need to get answers on what we can do to change the outcome."

Asher huffs out a breath, throwing his hands in the air," Amery, I thought we'd gone over this already. There's no way around this thing. You need to let this go."

I take a deep breath, it's exaggerated intentionally as I clasp my hands in front of me. My voice is calm, I need them to understand what I have to say carefully. "It's fine if none of you wish to join me, I have legs, I'll walk to the square myself. I plan on finding someone I can talk to about this curse so he or she can tell me how to break it, or at the very least, how to cheat it." My eyes dance between each of theirs, "It's alright if you've all decided it's okay to either die or lose two of your brothers, but I haven't accepted that fate. I'm not losing any of you. So you can either fight with me, or you don't. Either way, I plan on finding a way to save you all, and i'll be doing it with or without your help."

The silence that follows is deafening.

"So," I turn to Levi once again, "Did you see anyone that might be of help when you were at the square?"

Two hours later, were lingering outside what looks like an old, abandoned cottage

"So an all-knowing, all wise seer would be located in a run-down, deadbeat, piece of the s**t house of straws in the middle of nowhere?"

Quincy's right, we are in the middle of nowhere.

The boys hadn't taken too kindly to my speech, but they could all see the determination on my face. I planned on seeing this though till the end. And so we'd all come into the town, asking around for anyone who could be of help to us. The directions lead us here, and I can't lie, Quincy's not the only one feeling iffy about the location.

There's nothing but acres of clear land, and in the middle, sits the most broken down, well-run structure I've ever come across. The worst part is, to get here, we'd gone through the woods. But suddenly, the trees had thinned out to reveal this space for the mess in the centre.

"Do we knock?" Asher asks.

Levi sighs, stepping past all of us and rapping his knuckles against the door. It flakes away, pieces of debris falling to the floor from the contact. A curtain behind a window in the front wall rustles. A small flash of light before it's let back in place. Moments later, the square peephole slides open, two beady blue eyes peering at the four of us. They narrow into slits.

"Hello," I say, taking a tentative step towards the door. Levi's arm shoots out, pressing against my midriff and halting me from moving further. I grab his forearm, focusing on the eyes staring at us. "We're here to see the seer, We were led to you by the people in the pack about two miles from here. Please will you let us in? It's a matter of life and death."

Her eyes take in Levi, standing protectively in front of me.

They thin into two even slits, and then the latch is pulled closed.

I stand there, startled.

Then I hear the locks. Plural.

They're so many, that we stand for a full minute, just listening to the sounds of them coming undone. Finally, the door is yanked open.

I'm unprepared for the sight of the frail old woman, she doesn't have a single streak of colour in her hair. It's purely grey, just as fair as Levi's but hers is obviously from age.

The woman is eerily thin, she's wearing nothing but a full silk robe, a tobacco pipe hanging loosely in her right hand.

"To what do I owe the honour," her voice comes out shockingly strong, "Alpha Princes."

What?

"Hold on," Asher lifts a hand, "You know who we are?"

The old woman turns to me, stepping to the side of the threshold by way of invitation, "Ondina."

I gasped out a breath, "You know that name? How?" She taps her chin in mock thought, "Or would you prefer ! call you by the name, Amery?"

I turn, sharing perplexed glances with each of the boys.

"Do not look so surprised," the woman walks into the house, taking a puff out of her pipe, "After all, you came to me for one sole reason," she tosses a glance over her shoulder, "That I am all-knowing." Levi walks into the house first, and I notice his arm is still placed protectively in front of me.

"So what have you come for, Amery?" She asks, "What is it that you so desperately seek to know?"

"There's a prophecy." I tell her, "It"

"It's placed the fate of those boys in your hands."

"Yes," I breathe.

"My life couldn't get any f*****g creepier," Quincy grumbles under his breath.

"But you already know of the prophecy," The old woman slides into one of the chairs of her wooden dining area with the kind of grace someone of her age shouldn't possess."

So what help may I be of to you?"

I tut my chin, "You know."

A grin slashes across her cheek like a weapon, "You're catching on." She gestures to the seat directly opposite her,

"Sit."

And so I do.

She tosses her pipe on the table, placing her hands palm up in front of her. "Give me your hands."

Her eyes slide shut when I comply. And then she smiles.

"You wish to know if there is a way for you to save these boys whom you've grown to care so deeply for." My face heats, and I squirm in my seat, "Asher, Quincy and Levi.

Heirs to the throne. Sons of The Great Alpha King." She pauses, "Abominations."

I let out a breath, curbing the itch to glance at the boys behind me. "Your mates... were never meant to walk this earth."

"I know all this. We know all this." I tell her, "But we don't know why. Why am I the one who has to restore the balance?"

With her eyes still closed, her smile grows, "They may have been cursed, an omen not meant to grace the world. But you... You are a gift."

"A gift?"

"The Queen was acquaintances with a powerful witch, Lerova was her name. They were the best of friends."

"Lerova?" Quincy asks, "Aunt Lerova?"

turn to look at him, "You met her?"

"She practically raised us." Levi says, "She was always around during the years Mom was ill, I can hardly even remember her."

"Where is she now?" I ask him.

"She died before Mom did," Asher answers, his features pulled into a frown.

The old woman barks out a laugh, she can't hide the utter glee in her expression even though her eyes are still closed,

"This is getting interesting."

"What is?" I ask, leaning forward, "What do you know?"

"Tell me, girl. Have you learned to control the immense power residing within you?"

I gasped, "You know about my gifts?"

She tuts at me, "You should know by now, that I know everything."

"No," I tell her, "I haven't learned to control them, in fact, I only just recently found out about them. Is there a reason I have these gifts? Do they have anything to do with the prophecy?" And then I watch as her smile turns sad, "I'm afraid, the

answer you've been searching so desperately for, does not exist."