The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 151

Ace’s POV

“Where is your army of rogues to save you this time?” I taunt my mother.

My mother holds up a book of matches and laughs maniacally. “Don’t come any closer,” she threatens me.

“Or what?” I look at her in confusion. “You are going to burn the house down.”

Then it hits me. Through my rage and anger, I didn’t smell it at first. First, the smell is faint but the longer I stand in the doorway of the farmhouse the stronger it gets. Gasoline. I look down at the floor and there are puddles of brown shimmering liquid all over the floor. Did she soak the whole house in gasoline?

“If I light this match the whole house will go up in flames,” my mother says angrily.

“You are willing to burn alive?” I laugh not believing her. “That is a much more painful death than I have planned for you.”

My mother throws her hands in the air and they drop lifelessly to her sides. “I have nothing left,” she screeches at me. “My mate is dead, my sons have abandoned me, and the only chance that I had at fixing the problems was stolen out from under me.”

I throw back my head and laugh loudly. “My son,” I cackle. “You thought that stealing MY son was going to solve all of YOUR problems.”

“You have no idea what that child will mean to the werewolf community. He will be like a King amongst the packs.” She is trying to pull me over to her side.

Slowly, I take several steps toward my mother. She is moving erratically through the living room. Trying to find a way to escape, but I am blocking her only exit. My mother’s eyes plead with me as I back her into the corner of a room.

I haven’t seen my mother’s wolf in years. She never participated in any of the pack runs or had runs with my father. I am not even sure she knows how to shift into her wolf. She should be easy enough for me to take down in my human form.

“Don’t you want your son to be the King of the werewolf world?” Mother asks me as she backs against the wall.

“There is only one problem, Mother,” I snarl at her. “You stole the wrong child.”

My mother’s eyes narrow as they meet my own. She doesn’t believe me.

“What are you talking about,” her voice is breathless.

“Kieran isn’t the child of light,” I admit to her. I know that my brothers wouldn’t agree with me telling our mother that about Raven but she is getting ready to die anyway.

Mother begins to pace back and forth in the small corner that she is trapped in. “That can’t be.” Her voice is so high-pitched that it is almost squeaky. “The oracle assured me that it was the boy.”

“The oracle was a fraud,” I roll my eyes at her.

“No, no, no, no,” she mutters quickly.

My eyes flicker in the direction of her hands which are trembling. Her fingers fiddle with the book of matches in her hands. She rips out one of the matches and flicks it against the back of the book. A flame flickers to life at the end of the match.

I can see the reflection of the flame in my mother’s eyes and she looks crazed. She is going to burn this house to the ground with both of us inside.

“I have nothing left,” she whispers to herself before she drops the match to the ground.

It is like everything is moving in slow motion. I lunge forward and try to catch the match before it hits the ground but I am not quick enough. The match hits a puddle of gasoline on the floor and immediately the fire begins to spread. My mother is laughing loudly as the flames spread around her feet.

Even though my mother deserves to die, I cannot let her die like this. Part of me doesn’t want to lose both of my parents on the same day. The flames are spreading throughout the room and they are beginning to burn my ankles.

Reaching through the flames, I grab ahold of my mother’s wrist and I try to pull her to me through the flames. But she doesn’t budge from her spot in the corner of the burning house.

“Leave me to die,” she yells dramatically over the now roaring flames.

I look behind me and there is still a path to the door. There is still time for me to escape. My eyes flicker back to my mother and she is writhing silently as the flames travel up her legs.

“Let me help you,” I yell out as I hold my hand out for her again.

‘What are you doing?’ Azul growls in my head. ‘She deserves to die. Think of what she did to our mate.’

Guilt rises in my chest as I think about Erica and what she has endured at the hands of my mother. I shouldn’t be trying to save this woman in front of me.

‘You are right,’ I respond to Azul. ‘She deserves to die.’

A b***d-curdling scream shakes the windows of the house as the flames engulf my mother. I glance behind me and the path to the front door has almost disappeared. My mother is screaming out for me to help her now. Her pride has disappeared now that she is dying. Only this time I do not reach my hand out to save her from the flames that are surrounding her.

Pain begins to radiate up my legs and I realize that flames are traveling up my legs. I give my mother one final look before I run through the flames to the front door.

“Ace,” I hear my mother’s screams through the burning flames.

As soon as I run through the door, I can hear the walls crumbling behind me. The sound of sirens echoes through the air and I know that I have only a moment to get out of there before the authorities arrive. I am not on pack lands and I could be implicated.

Hopping into my car I speed down the back country roads. Looking down at my phone I dial Chris’s number. The phone only rings once before his loud voice fills my car.

“Well?” Chris growls through the phone. I can tell that he is still mad at me for knowing where my father was hiding out.

“They are both dead,” I cough.

“Are you sure?” Chris demands to know.

“I killed them both myself,” I lie, but I know there is no way that my mother could have survived that fire. “Pack up the family and move them back to the North Pack.”