The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 183

Kieran’s POV

Looking down at the pretty blonde that is lying next to me, guilt fills my gut. She is not Gabbie. Once again, I have betrayed my long-time girlfriend. I hoped that when I shifted for the first time, I would find out Gabbie was my mate. If she were my mate, I thought it would stifle this need to sleep with every she-wolf I meet.

But, I had yet to find such luck. I shifted for the first time and ran directly to Gabbie’s house in my wolf form. She answered her door in a tiny negligee. As I sat on her front porch in my wolf form, there was no denying that she looked delicious, but my wolf whined uncomfortably in my mind. She was not my mate.

Her face fell as she looked at me, and she shut the door in my face. We both know that continuing this relationship is dangerous. Once our fated mates show up, one of us will be heartbroken. The last time we spoke was the night of my first shift.

Grabbing my sweats off the edge of the bed, I sneak out of bed. The pretty blonde stirs, but she doesn’t wake up. Holding my pillow and a blanket, I make my way to Raven’s old room. Sleeping in here is the only place that I feel comfortable these days.

As much as I hate to admit it, I miss my sister. This is the longest that we have ever been apart. We have always had a close bond, but I can feel it weakening the longer she is away. I fear, eventually, the bond will be nothing more than a strained friendship by the time she returns home.

Walking into Raven’s room, I frown. The smell of roses that followed her wherever she went is fading quickly from the room. It feels as if she is disappearing from my life completely.

Throwing my pillow on the bed, I lay down and stare at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep.

“Hello,” a hoarse voice calls out to me.

I quickly jump from Raven’s bed, ready to strike whoever is in the room with me. My eyes dart around the dark room, looking for the source of the voice. My eyes land on an older woman sitting on the couch in the corner of Raven’s room. A large cloak covers most of her face, but her blue eyes shine brightly from beneath it. There is something familiar about her eyes, but I am unable to place where I know them from.

I keep my hands raised, ready to fight if necessary, but the older woman doesn’t seem to be stressed by my threatening stance.

“There is no need to attack me.” The woman’s voice is gruff. “I mean you no harm.”

“Who are you?” I ask curiously.

“I am possibly the only person that is on your side,” the woman says as she lowers the cloak from her face.

I gasp and take a step back when she reveals her face. Large burn scars cover her face and her neck. She looks more gruesome than threatening.

The woman reaches up and touches her face. “It is terrible looking, I know,” she begins. “But believe it or not, I used to be quite the beauty. That is until I was betrayed by those that I loved most.”

I change the subject, not being in the mood to hear a sob story from an older woman. “What do you mean that you are the only person on my side?”

“I know who the true Alpha King is,” the woman says with certainty.

“My sister is the Luna Queen,” I respond skeptically. “There is no Alpha King.”

“That is what they want you to believe,” the woman says. “But I heard the prophecy first hand. I know that YOU were meant to be the leader of the packs. Not your sister.”

I shake my head in confusion. “You are mistaken,” I tell the woman. “My sister bears the mark of the Moon Goddess.”

“And that means what?” The older woman laughs. “Since when would a she-wolf be the leader of the packs?”

“You sound like one of those against my sister’s rule. I think it is time for you to leave,” I growl at the woman.

“Just answer me one thing Kieran,” the woman says as she gets to her feet. “Do you really think the packs would be against a King?”

“I don’t understand what you are saying,” I snarl in frustration. “You need to leave before I alert the guards.”

“Are you not capable of fighting an old woman alone?” She laughs.

“I will not fight you,” I say to the woman. “But I will lock you in the dungeons.”

“Aren’t you tired of being called the child of darkness?” The woman c***s her head to the side oddly as she speaks to me.

“How do you know what they call me?” I demand to know.

“I told you, Son,” she says gently. “I was there when the prophecy was told. You are the rightful King of these packs. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Without another word, the woman jumps from the window I didn’t even realize was open. I rush to the window and watch as she hits the ground in her wolf form. The cloak on her back keeps me from seeing what color her wolf is. I watch with great interest as she runs into the night.

I know I should have alerted the border guards that there was an intruder in the pack, but something about her words kept me from doing so. How did the woman know that I am considered the child of darkness? How did she know my name? Perhaps she was telling the truth. Maybe she knows what the prophecy said, and everyone else is wrong. Could I be the real Alpha King of the packs?

Turning away from the window, I see an envelope on the couch. As I approach the envelope, I see my name written on the front. Turning the envelope over in my hands, I try to decide whether to open it or not when suddenly the door to Raven’s room bursts open.

My dad is standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes sleepily. I shove the envelope in my pocket.

“What are you doing in here?” Dad asks me suspiciously.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I tell him the truth. “Why are you in here?”

“I thought I heard voices,” Dad says as he turns around and walks down the hall without saying another word to me.

When he is gone, I pull the envelope out of my pocket and slide my finger under the flap. A single piece of paper is inside. “Call me when you are ready to hear the truth,” it says, with a phone number scribbled below it.