The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 225

Raven’s POV

The sound of muffled voices and heavy footsteps wakes me from the most awful dream. I had a dream: a hunter was after me, and he shot me in the stomach. The gunman then got away.

I roll my head lazily to the side and squint against the room’s bright lights. The bed I am lying in is uncomfortable, and the blankets feel like paper.

Turning my head toward the voices, I try to open my eyes to see who is causing all of the commotion, but my eyes feel like they are glued shut.

“We cannot just wake her up,” my father says.”

She needs her rest.”

“We are running out of time,” Oliver retorts.”

Harry’s life is fading as we speak.”

“I understand that,” Father argues. “But there is no way of knowing if she will be strong enough to use her powers when she wakes.”

“How else will we find out who the so-called true

Luna Queen is?” Leo butts in. “I am positive that Harry’s mind is full of information.”

Thear my father let out a frustrated sigh. “I already know who the imposter Queen is,” he grumbles.

A low growl rumbles throughout the room. “What do you mean you already know who she is?” Oliver snarls at my father.

“She is my mother,” my father says.

At this confession, my eyes fly open. I try to sit up, but there is a pain in my abdomen keeping me from moving. I raise my hand and see an IV. It wasn’t all a dream. A hunter really shot me. I gasp loudly, and all the men in the room turn to look at me.

They all look like hell. All three of my fathers are sitting in the room. Their eyes are hollow and filled with tears as they look at me. My mates are pacing the room. Both of them look as if they are angry. I don’t know what else was said before I woke up, but there is an apparent rift between my fathers and my mates.

“Little Bird,” Dad says with a worried smile. “You are awake.”

Iignore my dad and clear my throat awkwardly.”

What do you mean she is your mother?” I ask hoarsely.

Oliver rushes to my side with a glass of water. He tilts it to my lips, and I greedily drink. My father gets to his feet and comes to my side. A growl escapes Oliver’s chest as my father approaches me. I place my hand on Oliver’s, trying to calm him down.

Father and Oliver glower at one another before my father takes my other hand. “You have to understand I thought she died in the fire,” my father begins.

“But…” I say.

“I thought she was dead until recently,” Father says. “I never thought she could have escaped that fire and lived.”

“That’s why the woman I see in my visions has scars all over her face,” I fill in the blanks. “Why isn’t she happy that I am the Luna Queen? I am her b***d.”

My fathers all share a glance with each other. “

She has always believed that Kieran was the child of light,” Papa tells me.

I furrow my brows in confusion. “But I bear the mark of the Moon Goddess,” I say, reaching over my shoulder to touch the crescent moon birthmark on my back.

“She had a reading from an oracle that makes her think otherwise,” Father responds.

“What do we do?” I ask quietly.

“We have to find her and finish the job this time,”

Dad says, but I can hear the concern in his voice.

“Do we know where to find her?” I ask:

Everyone in the room shakes their head. They all refuse to meet my gaze except for Oliver. Oliver squeezes my hand, and I turn my attention to him.

“I think I know how we can find her,” Oliver tells me. “But we have to move quickly.”

“You want me to look into Harry’s mind,” I frown.

“It is the only way,” Oliver says.

“Why can he not be questioned?” I ask desperately.

“He is in a coma,” Leo chimes in, “They don’t believe that he will live much longer.”

I wince in pain as I try to adjust myself in the bed.

“I don’t think I am strong enough to look into anyone’s mind,” I tell Oliver.

Oliver drops my hand and begins to pace the room. “It is the only way,” he tells me.

Leo looks like a bolt of lightning strikes him. He pauses his pacing, and a smile spreads across his lips. “A mate is only as strong as their mate,” he mumbles.

“What are you saying?” I retort.

“I was able to heal you by marking you,” Leo says excitedly. “What if Oliver marks you?”

Oliver’s eyes widened in shock. “You can’t be serious,” Oliver laughs nervously. “This is neither the time nor the place.”

“Wait,” Dad says as he holds his hands in the air. ” Leo might be on to something.”

Father and Papa growl at Dad and Leo. I can feel tempers reaching the tipping point in the hospital room.

“It was my idea for Leo to mark and heal me,” I roar over the growls. “And it worked. I could not walk, and when Leo marked me, it made me stronger.”

Dad gestures wildly between Leo and me, causing me to giggle. “See,” Dad says. “It worked.”

“This isn’t how I want to mark her,” Oliver grumbles.

“It wasn’t how I wanted to mark her either,” Leo spits at Oliver. “But I did it for the better of my mate.”

Oliver is shuffling from foot to foot. I can tell that this conversation is making him uncomfortable.

“Could you four leave us alone for a moment?” I ask my fathers and Leo.

One by one, my fathers file out of the hospital room. Leo walks over to me and k****s me deeply before leaving the room. The k**s has left me breathless, and my are still tingling.

Oliver lets out a huff, and I turn to look at him. His arms are crossed over his chest, and his eyes are red with tears.

“I am not going to ask you to mark me,” I tell him.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

Oliver tilts my head to the side and runs his finger over the blue moon mark on my neck.

Tingles erupt over my skin, and I whimper with need. Oliver lowers his head to my neck, and he runs his tongue over my mark. My back arches off the bed, and pain radiates through my stomach.

As I hiss in pain, Oliver pulls away from me, and the frown on his l*p deepens. “It is the only way to heal you quickly,” Oliver mumbles.

“If I mark you,

it could save your life.”

“Oliver, you don’…” I begin, but Oliver silences me with a k**s.

His lips are softer than Leo’s and more hesitant. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to deepen the k**s. My tongue slides into his mouth, and he m***s. Oliver breaks the k**s; and I see that his face is flushed.

“I love you,” Oliver says.

“I love you too,” I smile as Oliver turns my head to the side.

I can feel his breath on my neck, and

goosebumps spread over my body. Every nerve in my body is humming with anticipation. I feel Oliver’s canines brushing against my skin. I hold my breath as Oliver’s teeth sink into my neck. A mewl escapes my lips, and my h**s wiggle with need as euphoria washes over me. Oliver holds me down by my shoulders as he seals his mark into place.