The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 128

Bryce’s POV

We have been tracking Erica for months now. Every time her voice would ring through our heads filled with desperation it only fueled our fire to find her. The mark on our next throbbed as we got closer to her. The oracle was right. The key to finding out mate lies within our bond with her.

Alpha Jet offered what little help he could muster without totally outing our mother. We have vowed to kill him when all of this is over. The only reason that he is still alive is in case we made need him. It took both Ace and me to keep Chris from challenging Alpha Jet and taking over his pack.

I tried to explain to Chris the importance of not fulfilling what the oracle told our mother all of those years ago. I explained to my brothers how the oracle explained that knowing the future could be fickle. The brothers listened in silence as I spoke. We all agreed that avoiding war would be in our best interest while we are searching for our mate.

“Did you get the coordinates?” Chris asks Ace. Both of them are still ignoring me for the most part. Neither one has truly forgiven me for letting Erica get kidnapped.

Ace glances at me before he turns back to Chris. “It would appear that the rogues are finally on the move. We will have to follow them to their next location.”

“No!” I yell. I am tired of being ignored. “Erica is due to deliver at any time. They wouldn’t be moving her this late in her pregnancy.”

“We don’t know that our mother actually cares about our mate or her pregnancy,” Chris rolls his eyes annoyingly.

“Why else would she take our mate?” I scream back at him. “Am I the only one listening to her voice when she manages to break through the bond link? She has told us over and over that our mother wants our child.”

Ace leans up against the car and crosses his arms over his chest, while Chris paces back and forth. Chris is clenching and unclenching his fists, once again trying to keep his anger under control.

“What do you suggest we do then?” Chris growls at me.

“We need to head to the cabin that Alpha Jet told us about,” I say quietly.

“We have been to the cabin and there were no signs of anyone being there,” Chris tries to reason with me.

“We didn’t go inside,” I retort. “What if we missed something?”

“There were no scents around the cabin. Not even those of rogues,” Ace immediately takes Chris’s side. “Not to mention our marks didn’t throb when we were at the cabin.”

“There are ways to mask your scent,” I argue back.

Both Ace and Chris look at me with their eyebrows furrowed together. I can tell that they are mind-linking one another but I don’t care. Deep down, I know that they both know I am right.

Refusing to wait on them any longer, I grab the keys to the car and head out of the pack house in the East Pack. I can hear their footsteps running to catch up with me but I ignore them.

“Wait,” Ace calls out as I reach the driver’s side of the car. “Don’t go alone. You don’t know what you might find.”

“I suppose you two finally want to tag along?” I hiss at them both.

Neither one of my brothers answers me. They simply get into the car and wait for me. I climb into the driver’s seat and turn the ignition before throwing the car into drive. As I tear out of the driveway gravel flies up behind me.

Ace is gripping the sides of his seat as I take the weaving backroads to the abandoned cabin that we had investigated earlier this week.

“I would rather not die in a car crash on the way there,” Ace says nervously as tightens his seat belt around him.

“I have a bad feeling,” I say, not lowering my speed. “It is almost like I can feel that she is in pain.”

Clearing his throat awkwardly from the backseat, Chris mumbles something under his breath.

“What was that?” I growl at him.

“I said, I feel it too,” he admits. “She feels restless through the bond.

“I thought it was my imagination,” Ace says quietly. “We need to find her quickly.”

The faster I drive the mountain roads the harder the mark on my next begins to throb. The pulsating of my mark is becoming painful but I refuse to let that stop me. The more painful my mark becomes the harder I press on the gas.

As we pull into the clearing where the cabin sits, something is different. The smell of rogues is strong in the air. So is the scent of lavender. My brothers and I share a worried look before cautiously getting out of the car. Suddenly my vision goes dark and Erica’s voice echoes loudly in my mind.

‘I had the babies. Your mother took the boy and left me to die. I will probably not be here when you find us, but please take care of this beautiful little girl and never stop looking for your son.’ She sounds weak like she is fading fast.

‘Erica,’ my brothers and I tell back through the bond but we are met with nothing but silence.

I look at the cabin and all the lights are on and the front door is wide open. Without considering there might be danger, I take off running toward the cabin. The closer I get to the cabin the stronger the scent of lavender is.

“She has to still be here,” I yell out to my brothers.

I rush through the front door of the cabin and pause where I stand. It is clear that someone has been living here for months, and somehow we missed it. Idiots. All of us are idiots. Following the scent of lavender I make my way to a small room off to one side of the cabin.

Carefully, I slide the door open and immediately fall to my knees. What I see is nothing short of torture. My mate is lying naked on the floor in a puddle of her own b***d. She has a bundle of towels cradled to her chest.

Quickly I get to my feet and run to Erica’s side. My boots slide on the b***d that is on the floor. Grabbing a handful of towels I gently drape them over her body.

“Oh, my Goddess,” Ace says in a hushed voice.

I turn and look at him and he and Chris are standing stunned in the doorway of the bathroom. Pressing my fingers to her neck, I search for a pulse. I feel the weak thump of her heartbeat under my fingers.

Scooping Erica into my arms and I turn to my brothers. “Would you f*****g do something?” I snarl at both of them.

Both of them are looking at the bundle of towels that are on the floor. A small cry comes from the ground where Erica was laying. My brothers and I look at the towels in shock. We all knew that Erica was pregnant but seeing the raven-haired baby kicking itself out of the blankets is a shock to us all.

I turn back to my brothers and they are still staring at the baby in shock.

“Would one of you f*****g pick her up?” But neither one of them move.

I let out a frustrated g***n and shove Erica into Chris’s arms. Walking back across the room, I bed down and gently lift the baby into my arms. I wrap her back in the towel tightly and she immediately stops crying. She opens her amazing blue eyes and it takes my breath away.

Ace clears his throat bringing me back to reality. “We need to get them both to the hospital now.”