Bryce’s POV

I take the turn into the driveway of the East Pack pack house as fast as the car can take it and the wheels skid to a stop in front. I slam the car into park and storm toward the pack house angrily. Before I reach the door, Alpha Jet comes racing out of the pack house with a concerned look on his face. He looks from me to his now battered car that is sitting in the driveway and I can see the anger building within him.

“What the f**k did you do to my car?” He gestures to the car.

I look back at the car in the driveway and realize that it is a little worse for wear. I must have hit the potholes a little hard on the back road to the oracle’s cabin. “Who gives a f**k about your car?” I snarl at him. “Where the f**k is my mate?”

Alpha Jet looks taken aback when I question him about my mate. “I… I… I don’t know what you are talking about,” he stammers.

I can tell by the look in his eyes that he is lying to me. “It would be a shame for you to die without an heir to your title,” I growl at the old man.

Beads of sweat begin to form on Alpha Jet’s forehead as we stare each other down. He and I both know that he doesn’t stand a chance against me in a battle. He is overweight and his health is failing.

“Let’s try this one more time,” I growl so loudly that the windows of the pack house begin to rattle. “Where is my mate?”

“You don’t understand,” he raises his hands in defeat. “Your mother has amassed an army of rogues. All of which are willing to do her bidding.”

Grabbing Alpha Jet by the collar of his shirt I slam his body up against the door frame of the pack house. “Start at the beginning,” I command him and he bares his neck to me in submission.

Luna Malinda runs out of the pack house and screeches at the top of her lungs when she sees that I have her mate pressed up against the wall.

“What are you doing?” She says as she tries to pry my hand off of her mate’s neck.

With a single finger, I push her backward with a poke to her forehead. Luna Malinda stumbles back dramatically before she falls to the ground.

“What do you know about this?” I snarl in her direction.

Luna Malinda shakes her head and tears begin to coat her cheeks. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” she cries out.

“She is innocent,” Alpha Jet chokes out. “She knows nothing.”

“Then why don’t we enlighten her,” I say as I direct Alpha Jet into his pack house.

“Please,” Alpha Jet begs of me. “Don’t tell her the truth.”

“Oh,” I laugh. “I won’t be telling her the truth. You will.”

Alpha Jet hangs his head in shame as he walks over to his mate and offers his hand to help her off of the ground. Luna Malinda lays her hand on his and he helps her gently to her feet. There is concern and confusion written all over her face as she looks at the man that was supposedly her fated mate according to the oracle.

“What is he talking about?” She asks timidly. “The truth about what?”

Alpha Jet looks back at me with pleading eyes but I ignore his pain. “We can talk about the fake prophecies and the money that you made off of them later,” I say with a smirk on my face. “First you need to tell me where I can find my mate.”

Luna Malinda gasps loudly and rips her hand out of Alpha Jet’s. She storms into the pack house and Alpha Jet chases after her.

“Malinda, My Love,” he calls after her. “It is not what you think. I made you a Luna.”

I grab Alpha Jet by the arm and refuse to let him chase after his mate any longer. “As I said, we can talk about all of this later. Right now I need to know where my pregnant mate is.”

Alpha Jet leads me through the main living area of the pack house and into his private office. He glances around the hallways to make sure that no one is around before he shuts the door behind him. He gestures for me to take a seat across from him but I would rather stand.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Alpha Jet sits down at his desk and hides his head in his hands. “How much did she tell you?” He asks and I can only assume that he is speaking about the oracle.

“Enough for me to know that this whole pack is a fraud,” I growl. “Now, again, where is my mate?”

“I don’t know,” Alpha Jet says remorsefully. “If I would have known that she was pregnant I would have never agreed to her plan.”

“And what plan is that?” I demand to know.

“You have to know that we are desperate,” Alpha Jet begins. “You three triplets are the only male heirs in all of the United States, now that you killed the heir from the West Pack. Your mother was just trying to do what was best for all of the packs.”

“Stop beating around the bush,” I glower at him. “Get on with it.”

“It is complicated,” Alpha Jet.

“Then explain it to me as if I am a child,” I hiss at him.

Alpha Jet swallows hard and keeps talking. “The plan was to split you three up, so you could each rule one of the packs. That is why you were promised to the highest-ranking female heirs of each pack but the West Pack. When you all found your fated mates, the South Pack threatened to declare war. They claimed that a treaty was broken when you denied their daughter. Luna Alice managed to placate them by telling them that she would take care of your mate. She is just trying to make things right between the packs.”

My head is reeling with this information. What the oracle told my mother was a half-truth. Erica is not the reason that the packs will be at war. Our mother is the one that caused these issues by promising us to other she-wolves.

“You told the oracle what to tell my mother, didn’t you?” I ask.

Alpha Jet nods and I get to my feet. As I place my hand on the doorknob to leave his office Alpha Jet clears his throat awkwardly. “What of Hela?” He asks.

“Who is Hela?” I retort.

“The oracle,” he says with a sad look on his face. “Is she still alive?”

I growl angrily at Alpha Jet. “No.”

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