The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 117

Bryce’s POV

The oracle drags me into the cabin and the door swings shut behind me. Placing my hand on the doorknob, I try to spin it open but it doesn’t budge.

“Open the door,” I command the oracle but she doesn’t pay attention to me. “I said to open this door!” I shout loudly.

“I cannot do that,” the oracle says sadly. “I have been instructed to keep you here until the sun sets.”

“Instructed by who?” I growl out in anger.

“You have to understand that I didn’t have a choice,” the oracle frowns in my direction.

“You don’t have a vision for me, do you?” I ask already knowing the answer to the question.

The raven-haired woman looks in my direction with her colorless eyes. “When I was born my parents wanted me kill. They thought that I would be without a wolf because my eyes are void of color. They didn’t want the embarrassment of having a wolf-less child, so they attempted to drown me in the river. Alpha Jet’s father is the one that pulled me out of the river and he and his mate raised me within the pack house. I was raised beside Jet.”

Frustration begins to build in my chest as I listen to the oracle’s story. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I need you to understand my position before you kill me,” she says but there is no fear in her eyes. Only acceptance.

“Why would I kill you?” I can feel my frustration turning to anger and I want to kill the woman standing before me just so I can get back to my mate.

The oracle takes a deep breath before ignoring my question. “As Jet and I got older I started to have visions. The man that I thought of as my father saw my visions as an opportunity. So he locked me away up here and spread the rumor that the East Pack had an oracle. People would come from packs all over and pay for me to read their futures. Only I couldn’t always provide a vision. So, I was forced to fake it.”

“Did you fake the prophecy that was given to my mother all of those years ago?” I scream at the woman who is now shaking in front of me.

“No, no,” the oracle rushes toward me. “I remember that day.”

“So we will be ushering a war being mated to Erica?” I ask the question that has been bothering me.

“Yes and no,” the oracle c***s her head curiously to the side. “Knowing the future can be tricky. One can change the outcome of what I see. The choices you and your brothers make will decide the outcome of your future.”

“What about Erica? Did you give her a fake prophecy?” I demand to know.

“The vision that I gave your mate is a real one,” she says with a serious look on her face. “It is why I cannot let you leave.”

“What did you tell my mate?” I scream.

“Once the prophecy leaves my lips, it cannot be respoken,” the oracle tells me. “But I can tell you that a similar prophecy was given to one other.”

Before I realize what I am doing, I grabbed the oracle around the neck and let my claws extend into her flesh. “Who?” I growl.

The oracle grasps my hands, trying to pry them from my neck. “Your mother,” she coughs and sputters out.

I toss the oracle across the room and she falls up against the wall next to her fireplace. Her head bangs against the bricks of the fireplace and b***d immediately begins to stream down the side of her face.

Reaching into my pocket, I look for my phone but I realize that I have left it in the car. The oracle wipes the b***d that is dripping down her face as she watches me.

“By the time you kill me and leave this place she will be long gone,” the oracle coughs and b***d sputters from her mouth.

I push against the door again, trying to get it open. Leveraging my shoulder against the door, I try to slam my body against the door, but I bounce off of the door as if it were made of steel.

“The only way to break the magic of this place is to kill me.” The oracle sounds like she is pleading with me to take her life.

I have never taken a life before and I am not sure that I want to begin with this little woman that is lying helplessly on the ground. “I won’t kill you,” I growl at her.

“Then your mate will be lost forever,” the oracle coughs again. “Please, end my life to save her. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Why would I do you that favor?” I yell at her.

That is when I hear it. “Bryce,” I hear my mate calling my name. “Bryce, I need you. Help me!”

Hearing my mate call for me ignites a fire within my soul and march over to the oracle. “Your mark will call for her. Follow your mark and you will find her.”

Before I can stop myself, I grab the oracle by the sides of her head and twist. The sound of her neck snapping echoes in the small cabin and the walls burst into flames around me. I stare at the lifeless body at my feet in shock at what I have just done, but before the fire can reach me I run for the door. The door flies open on its own.

I rush outside of the burning cabin and look around. There is no sign of Erica anywhere. “Erica!” I call out into the night. “Little Fox! Where are you?”

Lifting my nose to the air I search for the scent of lavender but the only smell that reaches my nose is that of rotting flesh. That is when I realize that rogues took my mate, but my gut tells me that Alpha Jet and my mother are probably behind this.

Jumping into the car, I speed down the dirt road and dial my brothers while I head back to the East Pack’s pack house.

“What happened?” Ace screams into the phone.

“It was a f*****g setup,” I growl through the phone.