The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 227

Raven’s POV

I slip into the darkness of Harry’s mind. Instead of having memories to flip through, I am sucked into one in particular. I step into the memory that is quickly fading around me.

I look around and see Harry standing off in the distance. Harry looks around suspiciously as he enters the back of a seedy-looking bar. He slips through the kitchen, and the bar workers nod to him as he walks by. This isn’t the first time that he has been here, that is for sure.

I follow him closely through the back of the bar as if I am nothing more than a ghost. Harry walks through a door to the left of the kitchen, and I don’t move fast enough. The door slams in my face. Reaching a hand out in front of me, I try to press my hand against the door to open it, but my hand slips through the door as if I am made of mist.

Taking a deep breath and closing, I step toward the door, and my body slides through the solid wood like it isn’t even there. I open my eyes when I am on the other side of the door. My eyes widen in shock as I see a room full of people looking at Harry. I recognize many of the people sitting around the table.

Elder Winters and Elder Clark are sitting on one side of the table. They are shuffling awkwardly in their seats as the old woman’s gaze falls on them.

“You are late,” a familiar voice says.

I turn to find Warren glaring at Harry. “I was handling business,” Harry spits at Warren.

“Did you find the hunter?” The hoarse voice of the older woman asks.

I step toward the woman, studying her face as I get closer. She is covered in burn scars, but I can see the similarity to my fathers in the shape of her face. My father was telling the truth. The woman who refers to herself as the true Luna Queen is my grandmother.

“I did,” Harry says as he takes a seat at the round table. “He has agreed to take the job.”

“Of course, he agreed,” Warren snorts. “He wants the opportunity to take down the Luna Queen.”

“She is not the Luna Queen,” the old woman snarls. “I am the true Luna Queen.”

“Of course,” Warren says as he lowers his head and bares his neck to her.

A sense of betrayal washes over me as I look at Warren. At one point, he was my bodyguard. I trusted him with my life; now he is conspiring with recusants.

“Where is the King?” Harry asks.

“He hasn’t arrived yet,” the woman’s voice softens as she speaks. “He should be here shortly. Tell me more about this hunter and your plan.”

“Luna Francesca of the South Pack is on our side,” Harry says. “But Alpha Fernando has turned against us.”

“And just what caused Fernando to turn?” The woman asks.

“He saw her wolf,” Harry responds.

The woman cackles loudly. “What is so special about her wolf?”

“Apparently, it is gold,” Harry says.

“There is no such thing as a golden wolf,” the woman scoffs.

“It is true,” Warren says quietly. “Her wolf is golden.”

The woman slams her hands down on the table in front of her, grabbing the attention of everyone in the room. “This changes nothing. Her twin will be the ruler of the werewolf world. Not her.”

“Yes, Luna,” the room says in unison.

“When will the next attack take place,” the woman demands to know.

“Tomorrow at noon,” Harry says with a smile. “Raven is being lured to a cafe. She has been issued a bodyguard, but he is also on our side. He should be able to take her hostage easily.”

“I don’t want her taken hostage,” the woman snarls. “I want her dead.”

“That wasn’t the plan,” Warren yells. “She is meant to be mine.”

“She has already been marked,” Harry tells Warren. “You have no chance with her now.”

Warren crosses his arms in a huff but doesn’t say another word.

Suddenly, the memory begins to fade quickly, and I know I don’t have much more time. The faces of the people start to fade, and everything becomes blurry.

“No,” I whimper. “I am not done.”

I begin to feel lightheaded. Perhaps Leo was right. Maybe going into the mind of a dead man was not the best idea. I sway on my feet as panic fills my mind. I struggle to stay in the memory.

My eyes flicker between the memory and Harry’s hospital room. The edges of the memory are beginning to burn like a photograph in a flame.

Just as I fear that I can no longer stay in the memory, the door to the room swings open, and two silhouettes make their way inside. I don’t need to see his face to know that one of them belongs to Kieran.

Focusing hard on Kieran, his face comes into focus, and so does the woman on his arm. Elise.

Elise is smiling up at him like he is the only man on the earth. I know that look. She is his mate.

Once again, the memory flickers in and out, and the faces of everyone in the room become blurry once again. Before the memory burns into nothing, I hear chanting. “Long live the King. Long live King Kieran.”

My eyes flutter open, and I am met with concerned looks from Leo and Oliver. I remove my hands from Harry’s temples and stumble back. Leo rushes forward and catches me before I hit the ground. I rub my hands to my temples, trying to alleviate the headache that is building behind my eyes.

Leo pulls me onto his lap, and I breathe in his fresh grass scent. The tingles of the mate bond soothe me as I try to process what I saw.

“What did you see?” Leo asks.

“I saw my brother,” I say as I choke back sobs. “He is with them.”

“What do you mean?” Oliver asks.

Soft sobs leave my chest as the unbearable weight of Kieran’s betrayal. “My brother is with the recusants. He is coming for my throne.”