The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 215

Raven’s POV

We were an hour late meeting the car that took us to the West Pack Airport. None of my fathers were amused, and neither was Ashley. But Leo took the blame for my tardiness. Oliver has not said a word since we left the bedroom.

I fear that we have scarred him for life.

When we arrived at the airport, Oliver found a seat at the back of the plane by a window. Not wanting him to be alone with his thoughts for the whole flight, I chose the seat next to him, and in return, Leo sat on my other side.

We are now halfway through the flight. Leo fell asleep on my lap about an hour ago, and I have been running my fingers through his light blonde hair.

Every time I try to move, he tightens his arms around my waist. He is refusing to let me go.

Oliver still hasn’t said a word to me since we left the bedroom, and I am worried that he is starting to regret the fact that I am his mate. I know it must not be easy for them to share me, but now that I have met both of them, I don’t think that I could live without either one.

Nudging Oliver with my elbow, I give him a little smile. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he replies softly.

“Are you okay?” I ask him. “You have been kind of quiet since we left the West Pack.”

“Oh… I… um…

” Oliver stumbles over his words. “I just assumed that you

would be sending me home.”

“Sending you home?” I furrow my brow. “Why would I be sending you home?”

“Because I am not as experienced as Alpha Leo,” he leans in and whispers next to my ear.

“That doesn’t matter to me,” I say as I reach over and hold one of his hands. “I am not experienced either.”

“You could have fooled me,” Oliver frowns.

“Seriously,” I laugh. “I just follow Leo’s lead.”

“I knew he was a virgin,” Leo yawns as he readjusts himself in my lap.

“You hush,” I say, smacking Leo playfully on the shoulder.

“Whatever,” Leo says as he nuzzles his face in my lap and goes back to sleep.

“Don’t mind him,” I tell Oliver. “He was a boorish slut when I met him.”

“I heard that,” Leo’s voice is muffled as he speaks.

“It is the truth,” I say lovingly.

I continue to run my fingers through Leo’s hair, lulling him back to sleep as I turn my attention back to Oliver. “Tell me about yourself,” I say curiously.

“I am pretty boring compared to Leo,” he says shyly.

“Then I bet we have a lot in common,’

” I laugh.

Oliver looks back out the window of the plane and doesn’t answer me.

“You know,” I say jokingly. “I don’t have to ask. I could simply delve into your mind.”

Oliver looks back at me and grins. “What do you think you would see?”

He asks me with a twinkle in his eyes.

“I don’t know. That is why I wanted to look. If you won’t tell me about yourself, then how else will I get to know you,”

“Go ahead then,” Oliver says with a smirk. “Look.”

I hesitate. I have never been given permission to look inside someone’s mind before. It has always been accidental. What if I see something that I don’t like or something that I shouldn’t?

Oliver turns his palm upwards and wiggles his fingers comically.

Reluctantly I place my hand in his and clear my mind. Giving Oliver a small smile, I close my eyes and take a breath.

My mind goes blank before foreign memories begin to fill my mind.

Unlike Leo’s, these are dark and twisted. They don’t contain memories of women or s****l escapades.

The first memory that flickers in my mind is of a little boy with large thick-rimmed glasses. He is huddling in what appears to be the corner of a public restroom. He couldn’t have been more than ten years old. A group of boys his age surround him and begin to taunt him.

“Oliver… Oliver… the wimpiest Alpha on the face of the planet,” one of the boys yells in his face before kicking him in the side.

Little Oliver rolls over onto his side and g****s in pain, before another boy kicks him in the face. Oliver’s glasses break against his nose and I can see b***d beginning to drip down his little face.

“What kind of werewolf needs glasses,” one of the other boys taunts.

“You are nothing more than a mistake.”

Oliver rolls around on the ground in pain but no one jumps in to help him. I try to pull the boys back from Oliver’s broken form but my hands move through them like mist.

“Stop,” I cry out. “Leave him alone.”

But the words that I scream only echo in my mind. They have no baring on what is happening in front of me.

Suddenly, the doors to the restroom fly open and a large werewolf comes bursting in the doors.

“What is going on in here?” The man demands to

know as his eyes land on Oliver.

“Oliver fell down again,” the biggest of the boys smirks. “Isn’t

that right

Oliver?”

“All of you, out now,” the man yells as he pushes himself through the boys.

The boys clamber from the restroom with evil grins on their faces. I can tell by their actions that this is a regular occurrence.

The large werewolf kneels down beside Oliver and helps hims to his feet. He removes Oliver’s glasses from his face and sighs loudly. “Oliver,” the man begins. “You have been taught how to fight. Why do you keep letting them beat you up?”

“I am not strong enough,

,” little Oliver says with his eyes cast to the

ground.

“You are going to be a great Alpha one day,” the man tells him. “But only if you become stronger.

“I am trying,” Oliver says with fat tears in his eyes.

“I am not talking about becoming physically stronger,” the man says to him. “You need to believe in yourself.”

The memory fades and my eyes flutter back open. I can hear the sound of the plane’s landing gear being dropped. I know that we have arrived in South Pack Territory.

Tears are rolling down my cheeks. I turn to look at Oliver but he is avoiding my gaze, looking out the window.

“Why did you show me that?” I ask him in a whisper.

“All of my early memories are a lot of the same,” Oliver says sadly. “It doesn’t make sense to hide it from you.”

“I am so sorry that you were treated that way,” I say quietly.

Oliver looks in my direction, and I can see the tiny scars that litter his face. Scars that aren’t there from a battle. They are the remnants of a terrible childhood.