The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 133

Ace’s POV

I don’t have to look at Bryce to feel to know that he is filled with murderous rage. Doctor Wilson was trusted to a fault in the North Pack. He was a valuable member of the elder council and the pack. That is why we asked him to fly out here and help to take care of our mate. There is no one else that we would have trusted with the job.

We chase Doctor Wilson down the halls of the hospital. He tries to weave in and out of the people in the busy halls but it is proving to be too much. Doctor Wilson has not aged well. He is starting to breathe heavily and his pace is slowing.

I reach out to grab the collar of his shirt but before I have a chance, I loud growl erupts through the hallway. Bryce lunges forward partially shifted and digs his claws into Doctor Wilson’s shoulder.

Doctor Wilson tumbles to the ground with Bryce falling on top of him, refusing to let go of the doctor. A loud scream pierces my ears and I realize that it coming from one of the nurses that is watching the mayhem.

Bryce raises his other hand to slice through the doctor’s chest when I reach out and stop him. Bryce’s blue eyes look at me in confusion. I know that he wants nothing more than to kill the man beneath him, and I will give him that chance. Just not in the middle of the hospital ward.

“Not here,” I tell my brother through gritted teeth.

Finally, Bryce looks around him and sees the number of terrified nurses and patients that are starting at all of us. Not taking his claws out of Doctor Wilson’s shoulder, Bryce drags him through the hospital leaving a trail of b***d in his wake.

I follow closely behind Bryce and the doctor who is nodding in and out of consciousness. I nod and apologize to those that we pass. “North Pack business,” I say with a bit of a chuckle. “You know how that goes,” I say to another doctor that is staring at me with wide eyes.

Bryce looks back at me and growls. I know that he is ready to kill Doctor Wilson but I am ready to get whatever information out of him that I possibly can. If anyone knows where our mother is it is this man.

Doctor Wilson’s feet drag across the cement as Bryce continues to treat him like a bag of garbage. Ripping open the back seat of the car that Alpha Jet lent to us, Bryce throws the doctor in the back. Slamming the door shut, Bryce tosses something off to the side, and I realize it is a piece of Doctor Wilson’s shoulder.

I open the mind link to let Chris know that, ‘we are taking the good doctor for questioning.’

‘Make sure that Alpha Jet hasn’t run,’ Chris replies through the link.

‘Will do,’ I respond as I slide into the passenger seat.

Quickly I snap my seat belt into place. I know what kind of driver Bryce can be when he is in a mood. Looking over at my brother, his knuckles are bright white as he grips the steering wheel. He whips the cars around sharp turns and Doctor Wilson hits the sides of the car roughly.

“You know that we need him alive, right?” I say glancing over my shoulder at the doctor that is moaning loudly in the back seat. There is a large hole in his shoulder that is draining b***d all over the back seat. All of the splashes of dark red b***d on the seat reminds me of the night that we rushed Erica to the hospital and I cannot bear to look at it any longer.

The car skids to a stop in front of the pack house of the East Pack. The door flies open and Amber runs out of the pack house with a concerned look on her face.

Flinging his car door open, Bryce steps out and drags Doctor Wilson out by his good shoulder. Amber covers her eyes and screams when she sees what is happening.

“What are you doing?” She screeches loudly.

“Where are the dungeons,” Bryce growls at her.

Amber shrinks away from Bryce as if she is afraid that she is next.

“I asked you a question,” he says as he takes another step toward her.

“It is below the pack house,” she studders. “In the cellars.”

“Show me the way,” Bryce demands as he continues to drag Doctor Wilson behind him.

Amber hurries around the outside of the pack house to a door that is bolted shut. Bryce lets out a roar of frustration when he sees the locked door. “Get Alpha Jet,” He demands of her once again.

“I cannot,” Amber says quietly.

Bryce spins around on his heels, whipping Doctor Wilson’s body around like it is nothing but a rage doll. “And why is that?” His rage is apparent.

Amber twists her hair in her fingers. “I… I…” she tries to speak but I can tell that she is too frightened to speak.

“Amber,” I approach her slowly and gently. “Where is your Alpha?”

Tears are swimming in Amber’s eyes as she looks at me. “I tried to talk some sense into her. I promise that I tried.”

Doctor Wilson m***s loudly as Bryce drags his body along the ground as he paces in front of the door that leads to the dungeons. Amber is shaking where she stands. It is obvious that she fears for her life.

Grabbing Amber by the shoulders, I force her to look in my direction. “Amber,” I plead with her. “I need to know what happened.”

Tears are falling from her eyes as she looks at me. “Alpha Jet and Luna Malinda have left.”

“Left?” Bryce roars.

I take a deep breath. “Where did they go?”

“I don’t know,” Amber begins to cry harder. “They both packed their bags and left without telling my father or me anything.”

Bryce stops pacing and looks down at Doctor Wilson. He digs his claws into the doctor’s shoulder and b***d begins to ooze down Doctor Wilson’s arm.

Bryce growls loudly at the doctor. “Start talking.”