The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 149

Ace’s POV

Even with thousands of miles between us, I can feel my brothers pleasuring our mate. My c**k is rock hard as I feel her arousal through the mate bond. I toss and turn in my lonely bed, trying to get comfortable. I know that I could feel jealous that I am not there to partake in her pleasure, but I am not. Sexually frustrated, yes. But not jealous.

My phone buzzes on the bedside table. I look at the clock on the table and the glow of the dial tells me that it is just past midnight. Sleepily I grab my phone and look at the caller ID, it is Bryce.

“What?” I growl through the phone.

I can hear nothing but a baby crying on the other end of the line. Then Bryce’s exhausted voice comes through the speaker. “Why are you awake so late?” He asks me with a chuckle.

“Probably because my c**k is rock hard because you all cannot keep your hands off our mate,” I growl through the phone.

“You aren’t telling me that you are jealous?” Bryce continues to laugh at me.

I ignore Bryce’s jabs at me and roll out of bed. “Why are you calling me so late? Shouldn’t you be with our mate right now?”

“She is with Chris,” Bryce says as if he doesn’t care. “I had my turn earlier today. Now I am watching the twins.”

The sound of a baby crying is still in the background of the phone call. “Is that Kieran?” I laugh.

“This kid never stops crying,” Bryce says in exasperation. “He wants to be attached to Erica constantly.”

“Can you blame him?” I laugh. “If I could be attached to her side forever, I would. So are you calling me just so I can hear him cry?”

“No,” Bryce says with a hint of awkwardness in his voice. “We got some more information from Doctor Wilson earlier today.”

“And you are just now calling me to tell me?” I hiss through the phone.

“I got… distracted,” he says shyly.

“You got laid,” I g***n.

“Precisely,” Bryce laughs. “Anyway, Doctor Wilson led us to believe that Mom is with Dad.”

I hop to my feet and begin to pace back and forth in my bedroom. “Dad wouldn’t betray us like that,” I yell through the phone.

I have always looked up to my father. As Alpha of the North Pack, he was admired by everyone that he met. He was kind and just to the pack members. He was so loved that it would take the three of us to fill his shoes. There is no way that he would betray us, the North Pack, and the rest of the packs by teaming up with my mother.

“Go back to Doctor Wilson and ask him for more information,” I demand.

“That isn’t possible,” Bryce chokes out.

“And why not?” I snarl at my brother.

“He is dead now,” Bryce says nonchalantly. “Once we got the information we needed him there was no need to longer keep him alive.”

Slapping my forehead with my hand, I slowly run my hand down my face. “You did what?”

“It was Chris’s idea,” Bryce defends himself. “Once we got the information we needed from him there was no need to keep him alive. So, we need to find Dad.”

I stop pacing the room and flop down on the bed. I know where our father is. I have known for months now. It never occurred to me that Mom would run to him. It feels like too much of an obvious choice. Thoughts race through my mind.

“I know where Dad is,” I finally say.

A growl erupts through the phone. “How long have you known where he is?” Bryce screams.

“I didn’t think it mattered,” I try to defend myself. “I will go to Father myself and prove to you that he wouldn’t hide Mother from us.”

“We will see who is right,” Bryce scoffs.

Kieran begins to scream loudly again and Bryce hangs up the phone without even saying goodbye.

The drive to the outskirts of the North Pack is long and tedious. I decided to make the trip by myself. I doubt my mother would have taken her army of rogues with her to be with my father. If there is one thing that my father cannot stand it is rogues.

The farmhouse that my father is living in is only a few blocks away. A knot forms in the back of my throat. What if my brothers are right? How will I convince my father to hand her over?

The gravel grinds under the wheels of my car as I pull in front of the farmhouse. I let out a sigh as I look at the dilapidated house. It is a far cry from where my father came from. The paint is peeling on the siding and the roof is patched with pieces of plywood.

As I get out of the car, my father runs to greet me before I can even take a step onto the porch.

“Ace,” he says as he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “I thought we talked about you calling before you come out here to visit.”

“I thought that I would surprise you,” I eye him suspiciously. “Can’t a son just pop in on his father?”

“Now isn’t a good time,” my father says quietly. “I have company.”

Pushing past my father I begin to make my way into the house. My father grabs my arm and pulls me backward roughly.

“What are you trying to hide?” I ask with a low growl.

“It is none of your business,” my father snarls in my direction.

“I don’t want to fight you,” I tell my father. “Just tell me that Mother isn’t here and I will leave.”

My father takes a step back from me and shakes his head nervously. “She… She… She isn’t here,” he stutters.

His hesitation and stutter give him away. My father is a horrible liar.

“Do you know what she has done?” I raise my voice to him for the first time in my life.

“Do you know what that child means to the four packs?” My father spits out quickly.

I take a step back from my father and suppress the growl that is forming in my chest. “You knew all along?”

Anger rushes through my body and my claws begin to slip from my fingertips. My bones begin to snap and begin to reshape. Grayish blue fur begins to sprout over my body. A snarl leaves my lips as the clothes rip from my body and I fall onto all fours. My wolf, Azul, takes over and lunges at my father.