The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 114

Bryce’s POV

Erica’s pregnancy hormones are making her s*x drive insatiable. After our quickie in bed, we hopped in the shower, and she immediately dropped to her knees and wrapped her pretty little mouth around my c**k. I tried my best to reason with her but with her lips on me, I found it hard to protest. Before I realized what was happening, her legs were wrapped around my waist and my c**k was buried deep within her.

Pressing her back against the cool tiles of the shower, I hold her still by her a*s and slam my c**k in her over and over again. o****m after o****m rocks her body, until she is trembling under the now-cold water of the shower.

I am sure she is spent. So, I allow myself to get lost in the folds of her p***y. My d**k hardens and I thrust into her one final time. Erica’s legs unwrap from around my body and she almost drops to the ground of the shower.

“I need to go back to bed,” she says sleepily.

“Oh, no,” I fuss at her. “We have to be at the oracle in ten minutes. The brothers may not be angry that I f****d you without them but they will be pissed if we miss this meeting.”

Erica steps out of the shower and pulls a towel around herself. She tries to put on her jeans but they won’t button over her growing belly.

“I told you you were showing,” I smirk at her as I throw her a pair of my sweats.

“I can’t wear this to the oracle,” she exclaims. “I have to look nice.”

“Then I suggest that you go naked.” I wink in her direction and she rolls her eyes at me.

Digging through her small suitcase she pulls out a black sundress. She tugs it over her head and g****s loudly. The fair of the skirt only accentuates her growing belly. She is practically glowing. I have never seen her look more beautiful.

Before she has a chance to protest, I grab my phone and snap a few pictures before sending them off to my brothers. They both immediately respond with heart emojis. Erica catches me smiling at my screen and rips my phone out of my hand.

“Ugh,” she protests, “I look massive.”

“You look beautiful,” I counter, “I can’t wait until you can no longer see your feet.”

Erica looks at me with a horrified look on her face. “Please don’t tell me that you have some sort of sick pregnancy fetish.”

“Normally… No.” I laugh. “But with you, I might just develop one.”

“Gross,” she wrinkles her nose in disgust but I don’t miss the smile that plays at the corners of her lips.

“Come on, Little Fox. We are already running late.” I say before I put a k**s on her forehead and lead her out of the room.

Alpha Jet let us borrow one of his cars to make the short drive to the edge of their territory to find the oracle. Not many werewolves are born with the gift of sight and those that are, are usually a witch hybrid. Right now the oracle in the East Pack is the only known oracle in North America. Though she was born inside the East Pack she prefers her solitude and lives on the outskirts of the territory.

We turn down an old dirt road that leads up the side of a mountain. The road is rough and I can tell it is messing with Erica’s stomach. She covers her mouth with each bump we hit on the road and secretly I pray that she doesn’t vomit in the car.

Finally, we pull up to a little cabin on the side of the mountain. Before I can open her door for her Erica has flung her door open and is emptying the contents of her stomach all over the ground beside the car.

“Don’t look,” she cries between heaves.

Instead of listening, I walk around to her side and hold her hair back from her face. Leaning against the side of the car I rub her back and tell her that it will all be okay.

Once she is finished puking we are officially late to see the oracle. Tears are streaming down her face as we walk up the stairs.

“It is all my fault that we are late,” she cries into my shoulder. “I should have listened to you this morning.”

“Shh,” I coo to her. “It will all be okay.”

A raise my hand to knock on the door but before I can hit the door it swings open on its own. A woman who looks younger than Erica is standing in front of us. Her hair is as dark as a raven and her eyes are void of any color. She is much shorter than Erica, probably no more than five feet tall. Her skin looks thin and frail like it hasn’t seen the sunlight in her whole life.

Erica and I stand together in stunned silence as we look at the little woman in front of us. Erica clears her throat awkwardly and drags me out of my thoughts.

“We are here to see the oracle,” I say stupidly. Of course, that is why we are here.

“I am the oracle,” the woman says with a smile playing on her lips. “You are late.”

Erica’s face flushes with embarrassment and she shuffles her feet around on the ground. “It is my fault,” she begins.

The oracle tilts her head to the side and stares blankly in Erica’s direction. “It is not all your fault,” she says with a bit of a giggle in her voice. “You had some help being late.”

Erica hides her face in my shoulder so the oracle can not see her blush.

“There is no need to be shy, Child,” the oracle says to Erica. “I you would blush at the things that I have seen.”

Erica eventually pulls her face out of my shoulder. “Will you still see us, even though we are late?” She asks the oracle.

“Of course,” the oracle’s tone turns serious. “I knew that you would be late. But you must obey the rules.”

“Rules?” I ask with an edge to my voice.

“There are rules you must follow to come into my sanctuary,” the oracle matches my tone.

“What are the rules?” Erica asks innocently.

“Only one of you can enter at a time,” the oracle says seriously. “A vision you both will receive but I cannot determine what I see or hear. One question you are allowed to ask but I cannot guarantee an answer.”