The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 144

Erica’s POV

Waiting for Nurse Anabelle to show up at the pack house was torture. Chris doesn’t understand my worry. Anabelle confirmed that Raven is our child. Chris thinks we should be rejoicing. But I have a feeling in my gut that I can’t shake. Something is wrong.

As the hours tick by the more my nerves grow out of control. Raven doesn’t even want to be in my arms. It is as if my emotions are suffocating everyone that I come into contact with. Amber has long since left the pack house and her father made some excuse about needing to check on the warriors. I can see the sweat forming on Chris’s brow and I know that he is dying to get away from me as well. Though he would never admit it.

“Would you please sit down and take a few breaths,” Chris finally begs me. “You are making it hard to stay in the same room with you.”

I stop pacing the floor and glare in Chris’s direction. “What if there is something wrong with her?” I say looking at Raven with tears in my eyes.

Chris looks down at the baby in his arms and lets out a thoughtful sigh. “How could you think that there is something wrong with her? She is perfect.”

I look at Raven and I know that Chris is right. There is no way that there is something with Raven. She is the perfect baby. She rarely cries and seems to emit happiness into everyone that comes into contact with her. If I didn’t know better I would guess that she was the child of light that the oracle spoke of. But that would be impossible. The child of light is meant to rule the four packs as one. A female has never run a pack, much less four at once.

The doorbell rings and it breaks me out of my thoughts. I take several deep breaths and try to keep my emotions under control. The last thing that I want to do is to stress Anabelle out when she has important information to give me.

Chris dashes past me and opens the front door. Nurse Anabelle is standing on the other side with a stack of papers in her hands. She plasters a fake smile on her face as she walks into the living room. But she isn’t fooling me. I know what she has to say is serious.

“Alpha, Luna,” she says with a slight nod of her head. “I brought over all of the DNA results that you asked for.”

‘She is stalling,’ I say through the mind link to Chris and he nods his head.

“What was so important that it couldn’t be told to me over the phone?” I finally break the silence in the room.

“Right,” Anabelle says nervously. She glances over her shoulder and looks around the room. “Are we alone?” She asks cryptically.

“We are,” Chris says as he hands Raven to me. I know that he is preparing to attack her if necessary. There is something off about the way that she is acting.

Raven coos gently while she snuggles into my arms and it relieves some of the tension that is building in the air around us. Anabelle watches us carefully but doesn’t say anything.

“Well,” Chris snaps at Anabelle causing her to jump where she stands.

Anabelle invites herself into the living room and sits down on the couch. She shuffles through the papers in her hands and pulls out two different sheets. “This is Raven’s DNA matched with Chris’s. It shows that there is a 99.9% chance that he is her father.”

“Okay,” I say drawing out the ‘O.’ “I thought that we already established that she belongs to us.”

“No,” Anabelle says as she pulls out the second sheet of paper. “I said that she belonged to the triplets. I never said that she belonged to you.”

My eyebrows furrow together in confusion. “I don’t understand what you are saying.”

Anabelle hands me the other sheet and I look at the series of lines and percentages. The paper only confuses me further.

“Does this say that there is a 0% chance that I am Raven’s mother?” I whisper aloud to myself.

Chris rips the paper from my hands and looks over the same numbers as I did. He shakes his head in confusion. “This can’t be possible.” He looks up from the paper at Anabelle. “How is this possible?”

“I watched them pull her from my body,” I cry. “I know she is mine. She came from me.”

“You may have been the one to carry the pregnancy but you are not her biological mother,” Nurse Anabelle tries to explain. “It is as if you were a surrogate.”

I look down at the baby that is nestled in my arms. I see so much of myself in her or at least I thought I did. The slope of her nose matches mine, the way her eyes slant slightly down when they are wide open, even the way the blush creeps across her cheeks when she is crying. All of those things reminded me of me.

“Run the test again,” Chris says as he tosses the paper in Anabelle’s direction.

Anabelle holds out the stack of paper for Chris to look at. “I ran it over and over again but that isn’t the only weird thing that I came across.”

“There is more?” I g***n.

Anabelle holds up the piece of paper with all the lines on it. “Each one of these lines is a different genetic marker. I have never seen so many markers show up on a single test before.”

“Does that mean that there is something wrong with her?” I lay Raven down on the couch and unwrap her from her blanket. I inspect every inch of her little body. I count her fingers and toes and run my hand over the top of her perfectly round head. She looks perfect.

“I don’t think it means that anything is wrong with her,” Anabelle says shyly. “I think it means that she will be special.”

“One child of light and one of dark,” I mumble under my breath as I look at Chris. “She is the child of light.”