The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 100

Erica’s POV

I can’t help but feel a little self conscious when I walk into the library with my mates. All of our marks are glowing brightly. I have never seen anything like it before.

Walking up to the front desk of the library it feels like everyone’s eyes are on us. As we approach the desk the librarian straightens her shoulders and sits upright at the sight of my mates.

“Alphas,” she says as she shuffles the papers on the desk in front of her. “How can I help you today?”

I do not miss how the librarian completely ignores my presence, even though I am standing in the front. Apparently it is not missed by my mates either.

Ace steps forward and speaks louder than necessary for being in a library. “Our mate needs help finding some books.”

As soon as Ace says the word mate, quiet chatter fills the library and people stand from their seats trying to get a better look at me.

The librarian swallows hard as she looks at me. “You will have to forgive me, Luna,” she says as her face flushes with embarrassment. “I did not realize that the Alphas had found their mate.”

“That is okay,” I say quietly, hoping that everyone will turn their attention in a different direction. “I was wondering if you have any books on white wolves or glowing mate bond marks.”

The librarian scans the four of us and when her eyes land our marks she lets out a little gasp. “I am not sure,” she says honestly. “But I think that you should check in the mythical section. It is right over there.”

A low growl escapes from Chris’s chest. I can tell that he is not pleased at the thought that I was called mythical. Laying my hand on his hand, I give it a little squeeze.

“It is okay,” I laugh lightly. “Being called mythical isn’t an insult.”

Chris grabs my hand and leads me off towards the mythical section of the library. The mythical section of the library is in the far back corner and luckily it is empty. I let out a sigh of relief because I don’t want to research myself in front of an audience.

While Bryce, Chris, and I thumb through the books on the shelves; Ace heads to computers at the front of the library to do his own research. All of the books in the mythical section are old. Their spines are worn and I can barely read the titles. As my fingers browse the books, they pause on one that looks like it may be helpful.

Pulling the book from the shelf my arms buckle under its weight. I dust the cover off and the gold embossed letters on the front almost glow. Taking the book back to the table in the far corner of the library, I sit it on the table with a small thud. It grabs the attention of Bryce and Chris who are still looking through the books.

“What did you find, Little Fox,” Bryce asks as he comes over to the table.

“I am not sure,” I answer him honestly. “It is almost like the book was calling out to me.”

I run my fingers over the front of the book and the letters begin to glow once again, “Mythical Creatures of the Werewolf World.” Chris c***s his head to the side curiously. He runs his fingers over the front of the book but the letters to do glow under his touch. A little frown tugs at the corner of his lips.

“I think this book is meant for you,” Chris whispers.

Taking a deep breath, I open the book. It is my turn to frown. The type in the book is in a language that I cannot understand. It feels like a dead end. I rest my head on the book and it heats under my touch. The pages of the book begin to glow. Lifting my head from the book, I see that the characters on the pages are beginning to shift and change into English.

“I think we should get Ace,” I say as I thumb through the pages of the book.

Before either brother has a chance to go get Ace, he shows up at the table. “I think I found something that could help us,” he says with excitement in his voice. “There is supposedly a book that only a mythical creature of the werewolf world can read.”

I lift up the book and grin at Ace. “I think we found it.”

“What are the odds that this book is in our library?” Bryce asks curiously.

“Who cares why it is here?” Chris is practically humming with excitement beside me. “What does the book say?”

Flipping through the pages of the book, I look for anything that mentions a white wolf. There are tons of pages on Lycans and other creatures, but I don’t see anything on white wolves. I am about to give up when something catches my eyes.

“I think I found something,” I say as I begin to read aloud.

“The White Wolf is one of the greatest mysteries of werewolf lore. It is said that it only appears once every two hundred years. This wolf is supposedly blessed by the Moon Goddess, Selene, herself. The white wolf is considered to be a late bloomer. It will not shift until the age of twenty. Once it shifts it will be able to find its mate but not before that time.

Before the white wolf is mated, they are able to make another wolf stronger by projecting their powers onto them. A white wolf can only be marked by their fated mate. After the white wolf is marked and mated she has the ability to make their whole pack stronger…”

The rest of the page has been ripped out of the book. I flip the page over but there is nothing else written about white wolves.

“The rest of the entry is missing,” I say sadly.

“Well,” Ace says quietly. “We know why the West Pack wanted you so badly. They thought that you would have the ability to make them stronger.”

“But I wouldn’t have been able to be marked by their future Alpha.” My eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“Maybe they didn’t know that part,” Bryce says as he kicks his feet on top of the table.

“Or maybe they didn’t care,” Chris chimes in. “Maybe they just wanted you to use your powers to make the future Alpha stronger.”

“I think it is time that we sit down with the Alpha’s of the West Pack,” Ace growls.