The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 186

The light flicks on in my hospital room, and I squint against the brightness. Someone is holding my hand, but it doesn’t feel comforting at all. It feels sweaty and out of place.

Opening my eyes against the bright lights, I see Raven standing in the doorway. Her arms crossed over her chest, and her lips pursed into a bit of pout. If she isn’t holding my hand, then who is?

I look to my left and see Elise asleep with her head on the edge of my bed and her hand tightly wrapped around mine. A low growl rumbles in my chest as I pull my hand away from Elise.

“For f**k’s sake, Elise,” I grumble as I nudge her with my hand. “Why the f**k are you still here?”

Elise yawns loudly and stretches her arms to the side. She has yet to notice that the Luna Queen is in the room. “How did you sleep?” She asks as she bats her eyelashes at me.

“Why are you still here?” I growl at her again. “I told you to go home and not to come back.”

Elise blushes slightly. “Of course, you didn’t mean that,” she says confidently. “I always take care of you when you are sick.”

“Not anymore,” I growl at her. “Now leave.”

“But…” Elise begins to whine.

“I believe he asked you to leave,” Raven interrupts from the doorway.

Elise’s eyes widen with fear when she realizes she has been caught. “Luna Queen, I didn’t expect you back so early this morning.”

“And I didn’t expect you to be here at all,” Raven snaps at her.

Elise’s eyes fill with tears as she runs from the hospital room, but apparently, Raven is not done with her yet.

“Oh, Elise,” she calls after her. “I need my laundry done before this afternoon. I have a meeting with the Elder Council about the recusants.”

“Excuse my ignorance,” Elise says with her eyes glued to the ground. “But what are the recusants?”

“Those that do not wish to comply with my rule is the simple definition,” Raven smirks. “I plan on wearing my navy blue dress. Ensure it is clean and wrinkle-free by the time I return to the pack house.”

“Isn’t this an Omegas job?” Elise says quietly.

“Isn’t that what you are?” Raven retorts with an evil grin on her lips.

“Yes, ma’am,” Elise says before she hurries down the hallway of the hospital.

I look at Raven with amusement. “Was that necessary?” I chuckle lightly.

“I don’t know,” Raven says as she chews on her bottom l*p. “Was it necessary for her to spend the night with my mate when she was specifically told to leave?”

“So, I am your mate now?” I say jokingly and begin to laugh.

As I laugh, my stomach shakes, and I can feel the stitches begin to pull awkwardly. A sharp pain shoots through my side. Gingerly I hold my side and try to hide that I am in pain, but Raven sees right through me.

Walking across the hospital room, Raven approaches my beside with a scowl. “Let me see,” she demands.

“It is fine, really,” I say to her, but she doesn’t want to listen.

“Just let me see,” she huffs, and her hands pull mine away from my hospital gown.

Her hand brushes up against mine, and a rush of electricity pulsates between us. It is stronger than I have ever felt before.

‘It is because she is beginning to accept the bond between us,’ Luca says happily in my mind.

Raven begins to pull her hand away from my skin, but I hold her hand next to my heart. I am enjoying the feeling of tingles that are spreading throughout my body. I expect Raven to protest, but she doesn’t, and her hand relaxes in mine. The pain from my injury is no longer there, making me curious.

Not letting go of Raven’s hand, I pull up my hospital gown and show her the wound on my side. Much to our amazement, the flesh is knitting itself back together before our eyes.

“How are you doing that?” I ask her as I pull my gown back down.

“I don’t know,” Raven says as she picks up the gown again and looks at the wound. “I have never been able to heal anyone before.”

“Perhaps it is because we are mates,” I say excitedly.

Not letting go of my hand, Raven sits on the edge of my bed and gives me and gives me an icy-cold stare. “If we are going to make this work, there need to be some rules,” she says quietly so no one outside the room can hear.

“What kind of rules?” I ask defensively.

“Like women,” Raven says as she glances behind her to the door. “If you are going to be my mate, you cannot have another woman on the side. I won’t be made a fool of.”

“That’s it?” I begin to laugh. “No other woman but you?”

“There is one more thing,” Raven says. “I don’t want you to be alone with Elise ever again.”

I let out a sigh of relief. Her demands are not unreasonable at all. Of course, she wouldn’t want me to have other women on the side. Even if she hadn’t made the rule, I would have made it myself. She is a living Goddess.

The way her black hair shines in the light, her sparkling blue eyes, her rose scent, everything about her draws me in. There is no other woman for me on this planet.

“Do we have a deal?” Raven says as she looks at me curiously.

“My Queen,” I say with a hint of humor in my voice. “I could never want anyone more than I want you.”

Leaning forward in the bed, I ignore the twinge of pain in my side, and I wrap my hand around Raven’s neck, tangling my fingers in her hair. She closes her eyes as I pull her forward, and her lips part slightly. She is ready for me to k**s her. As far as I know, this would be her first k**s, and I don’t want it to be when I am sitting in some dingy hospital gown.

I pull her forward and smile when her breath hitches in her throat. She is so nervous it is adorable. Tilting her head down, I press my lips to her forehead before releasing her from my grasp. Her eyes flutter open, and disappointment flashes through them. Her eyebrows knit together in confusion as she pulls herself away from me.

I expect her to say something, but she doesn’t. She closes her eyes and inhales deeply. I know she is having a conversation with her wolf.

A knock on the door breaks her concentration, and we both look up to see her father standing in the doorway. He has a knowing look on his face.

“The members of the council will be here within the hour,” he tells Raven, and she immediately jumps from the bed.

“I have to go,” she says to me hurriedly before she lets go of my hand.

The pain in my side returns as I watch her leave, but it is not as intense as before. I watch her with a smile as she hurries from my room past her father.

“I’ve played all the games you are playing,” her father grunts in my direction. “Don’t play with my daughter.”

“I have no intention of playing with your daughter,” I lie.