The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 115

Erica’s POV

Bryce and I share an unsure look. We weren’t told that we had to visit the oracle alone. I had assumed that I would have Bryce by my side when-I asked my question. The look on Bryce’s face tells me that he felt the same way.

“My mate is not going anywhere without me,”

Bryce growls at the oracle.

Blinking her eyes several times slowly. The oracle lets a sly smile spread across her l*p She doesn’t say a word, instead, she steps away from the door and closes it in our faces.

“Bryce,

” I whine. “We cannot leave here without speaking to the oracle.”. Cradling my belly in my arms, my stress fills the air around us. “I have to know about our child.”

“What if this is just a waste of time?” Bryce g****s. “I don’t want to leave your side for even a minute.”

“I have to know. There has to be a bigger reason that your mother is coming for our child. She knows something that we don’t and my gut tells me that the oracle can give me the answers that need.” I try to reason with Bryce.

Before he has a chance to respond, the door to the oracle’s cabin reopens, and she holds her hand out for me. “I have the answers you need,” she says.

I inhale deeply and release it slowly before I grab the oracle’s hand. Before I have a chance to look back at Bryce she pulls me with great strength into the cabin and the door shuts swiftly behind us.

I don’t know what I was expecting when I walked into the oracle’s cabin. Perhaps I thought I would see jars of specimens and books of spells all over the walls. But this doesn’t appear to be any different from the cabin that Ace took me to on our

first date.

The cabin is no more than a single room. With a small fireplace in one corner and a bed in the other corner. There are no personal effects to tell me anything about the woman that is now making’ tea in a kettle over the fireplace.

“You look younger than I expected,” I say trying to fill the silence in the cabin.

“Looks can be deceiving,” the oracle says as she gestures to a little table in the very center of the cabin.

The raven-haired woman takes a seat at the table and silently waits for me to take the seat across from her. As I sit down on the chair I can feel myself being bound to the chair by some sort of magic.

“What is happening?” I cry out but the oracle merely tilts her head and looks at me curiously.

“That is an odd question,” she says.

“Wait,” I scream out in a panic, “that is not my question.”

My arms are bound to my sides and my legs feel like they are glued to the floor beneath me. My panic seeps out of my pores and I feel like my heart will pound out of my chest.

“No, no,” the oracle says with certainty. “I think that question will do nicely.”

“No,” I cry as I struggle against the invisible bonds holding me down. “I came here about my child!”

The oracle c***s her head to the side and looks at me curiously. “Why else would you be here?”

I am so confused now that I don’t know what to say. The oracle is busying herself with lighting a fire and placing different items in a large cauldron over the fire. Black smoke fills the room and I cannot see but a few inches in front of my face.

The smoke curls and twists in the air until figures appear in the air around us. Squinting my eyes, I try to make sense of the figures that I see in the air, but what I see I do not understand.

Smoke swirls into the curvy figure of a woman walking with two smaller figures on each side. My eyes grow wide as I look at the smoke.

“This can’t be my prophecy,” I whisper to myself.

Suddenly the oracle is standing beside me. Her eyes are glowing brightly green. She is looking in my direction but not at me. She swivels her head from left to right, taking in the smoke that is bellowing around the room.

“Two children will be born. One of dark and one of light. One boy and one girl. One will be blessed by the Moon Goddess while the other not. But be warned, others have sought prophecy of the blessed child and will seek them out, for only they “

can rule the four packs as one.

The smoke settles around the room, falling like heavy ash on the floor. The oracle coughs and sputters as she wipes the ash from her cloak. My hands and legs are no longer bound to the chair that I am sitting in. I rub my wrists trying to alleviate the pain that is shooting through my arms.

“This can’t be my prophecy,” I say again as I get to my feet.

“Why?” The oracle asks with a sly smile on her face.

“Because I am not having two babies. I am only having one,” I tell her but something in my gut tells me that I am wrong.

“Are you?” The oracle says as she busies herself with the broom, sweeping up the ashes around the cabin.

“The doctor said so,” I say as vomit rises in my throat.

“Believe what you wish,” the oracle says as she brushes more ash off her cloak. “Now, if you would like one of your mates to also meet with me then you need to leave.”

Shocked at her sudden abruptness, I want to argue with her and demand another prophecy, but instead, I obey her and I head toward the door of the cabin.

Bryce rushes to me as soon as I open the door. He holds me at arm’s length and checks me over.

“You were in there forever,” Bryce says with a worried look on his face.

“I was in there for mere minutes,” I tell Bryce but as I look around at the setting sun I realize that I am wrong.

Bryce furrows his eyebrows. “You were in there for hours.”

“Come, come,” the oracle says from the door of the cabin. “Before it gets dark.”

“Will you be okay?” Bryce asks but the oracle doesn’t give me a chance to respond before she pulls him into the cabin and slams the door behind them.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I sit down on the steps of the cabin and try to wait as patiently as I can. The rustling of leaves comes from the forest. I glance out into the trees and see two figures walking towards me. Panic rises in my chest as I look from side to side. There is nowhere for me to run but into the forest.