The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 102

Bryce’s POV

My breath hitches in my throat when Erica challenges the Alpha of the West Pack. I share a look between my brothers and I know that we are all concerned. We don’t even know if Erica has been trained to fight or not. Taking on an Alpha is no small feat. She could be seriously injured or she could die.

Grabbing a hold of Erica’s hand, I pull her back down in her seat. Leaning in closely to her I whisper in her ear. “This is not a good idea,” I tell her but she is so angry that she is not listening to anything that I have to say.

“Good idea or not,” the Alpha of the West Pack smirks. “She laid down a challenge and I have accepted it. There is no backing out now.”

My brothers and I look towards our father for help but he only gives us a sympathetic look. “I am afraid that there is nothing else I can do. She challenged him and he accepted it.”

I glance over at Erica and she is seething with anger. Her shoulders are rising and falling with each breath that she takes as she glares in the direction of the Alpha and his son.

“When should we schedule this challenge?” The Alpha smirks at us.

“Why wait?” Erica chimes in. “What is wrong with right now?”

“Erica,” Chris’s voice trembles as he speaks her name. “Let’s slow down.”

Erica doesn’t take her eyes off of the Alpha. “No,” she says. “I don’t want to wait.”

The Alpha of the West Pack laughs loudly. “I don’t think that you are ready for this fight, Little Girl. Maybe you should listen to your mates.”

“I am more ready than you think I am,” she snaps at him and the room fills with her emotions again.

I don’t feel any hesitation in her emotions, if anything she is eager to fight this Alpha. Maybe there is something about her that we don’t know.

The Alpha gets to his feet and his son scurries to his side. “Show us to the training field then,” he says cockily.

Erica gets to her feet and walks to the door. “Right this way,” she says through gritted teeth.

My brothers and I scramble to our feet, rushing out of the door after our mate. She storms out of the pack house and towards the training fields. We have to jog to keep up with her pace.

“Erica, are you sure this is a good idea?” I ask her quietly.

“I have never been more sure of anything in my life,” she retorts. “This is my fight.”

“Yeah, but all he could do is sit on you and the fight would be over,” I try to use humor to defuse the situation.

“He will have to catch me first,” Erica grumbles as she rips her shirt over her head and tosses it to the ground.

She is standing in nothing but one of her lacy bras and a pair of leggings at one end of the training field. The Alpha from the West Pack finally arrives at the training field. He is already huffing and puffing from just walking the short distance to the training field. I am suddenly less concerned about our mate.

My father stands in the center of the field. He reads off the rules of the challenge but no one is listening. We all know the rules. “…Whoever kills the other opponent or causes them to yield will be determined as the winner of the fight.”

The Alpha of the West Pack chuckles loudly. “I would never yield to a girl,” he laughs loudly.

“Then to the death it is,” Erica growls loudly.

“Boys,” our father gives us a stern look. “You are not able to interfere in the fight. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Father,” we all say at the same time.

We each lean forward and give Erica a quick k**s. I am the last one to k**s her before leaving the field. “I will kill him if he injures you,” I whisper next to her ear.

“That won’t be necessary,” Erica says as she continues to glare across the field at the Alpha.

Once the field is clear, our father yells out, “let the fight begin.”

My brothers and I are watching helplessly from the side lines as the Alpha races across the field towards our mate. By the look of determination on his face, it is clear that he wants to get this fight over with as soon as possible.

Erica stands at the ready. The Alpha lunges towards her and she side steps his attack kicking him in the back of the knee causing him to fall to the ground. He slides rough across the field on his face and I can’t help but snicker. Before he has a chance to get back to his feet, Erica kicks him across the cheek. The Alpha rolls over onto his back holding his cheek in pain.

Ace leans into Chris and me and whispers in a low voice. “Did you know she could fight?”

“I had no clue,” Chris says in awe as he watches our mate land blow after blow on the Alpha before he is even able to get back to his feet.

Now she is straddling him, punching him in the face over and over again. She seems to have unending energy and strength. The Alpha’s round face is almost unrecognizable at this point. Erica pins him to the ground by his neck and lifts her fist into the air.

“Do you yield?” She demands to know.

“I would rather die than yield to the likes of you,” he chokes out.

“So you choose death,” Erica laughs loudly.

Before she has a chance to deliver the final blow the Alpha shifts into his large wolf under her grip. Twisting her hands in his long brown fur she manages to keep him pinned to the ground. He thrashes wildly under her grip. She delivers a blow to the side of his muzzle, knocking him to the side.

Flipping backwards off his body, she seamlessly shifts into her beautiful white wolf. It is the first time that I have ever seen her wolf and I marvel at her beauty. Her white fur shimmers in the sunlight as she shakes out her fur.

The Alpha’s overweight wolf struggles to get to his feet, but Erica’s wolf doesn’t give him any time. She lunges forward catching his neck within her jaws. In a single fluid movement she rips out his throat and tosses it to the ground beside her.

Erica’s wolf is now covered in b***d. We begin to rush towards her when we hear a scream come from the other side of the field. The Alpha’s son is now running across the field with something glimmering in his hand. It is a silver knife.

Turning around just in time, Erica’s wolf jumps onto the Alpha’s son and sinks her teeth around his neck. She shakes his small body violently in her mouth before she drops him to the ground at her feet.

We continue to run in her direction. Erica’s wolf flops on the ground and breathes heavily. She slowly shifts back into her human form and she cries out in pain the whole time. That is when we see that the knife that the son was carrying has been plunged into her side.