The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 240

Raven’s POV

Our wolves walk back to the Crystal Lake Pack house side by side. Every time I glance at Luca, his wolf has his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth as if there is a giant grin on his face.

‘Are you happy?’ I ask him through the mind link as we approach the pack house.

‘I have never been happier,’ he laughs in my mind. ‘This is all I have wanted since I laid eyes on you. Even before I knew you were my mate.’

As we walk through the trees, I see Oliver pacing back and forth in the driveway. His emotions hit me through the mate bond, and I can tell he is worried. Rose runs up to him and brushes her body against him, trying to ease his worry. Oliver runs his hands over my fur, but it doesn’t lessen the worry coming through the bond.

Hurrying to the side of the house where I left my dress, I shift back into my human form. Before I reach down to grab my dress, Oliver presses me against the wall of the house and roughly cups my breasts. He lowers his nose to my neck and inhales deeply.

“You marked him,” Oliver says with a low growl.

I am confused by his actions. It feels as if he is jealous, but I feel nothing but need through the mate bond. I pant heavily as Oliver’s hand roves over my body. Heat is pulling between my legs once again.

“I did,” I finally admit when I am able to find my voice.

Oliver presses his lips to mine and presses his tongue against mine. I part my lips slightly, and his tongue dives into my mouth, exploring every inch. This k**s isn’t hesitant or scared like I am accustomed to from him. It is hungry and full of need.

Oliver breaks away from the k**s and presses his forehead against mine. He gently runs his fingers over the raw wound on my cheek. “I could feel your pain and then arousal through the bond, and then I couldn’t find you,” he whispers. “I was worried and turned on at the same time.”

“I am sorry,” I giggle. “I didn’t know you could feel everything.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Oliver says.

Oliver bends down to k**s me again, and someone clears their throat from the corner of the house. Oliver growls as he turns to see Sofia standing watching us.

Doing his best to shield my naked body from Sofia’s gaze, Oliver snarls in her direction. “What do you want?”

I reach down and grab my dress, quickly pulling it over my head. I step out from behind Oliver and wait for Sofia to explain why she interrupted us.

“I spoke with the oracle,” Sofia says, not taking her eyes off Oliver. “She is not willing to meet with you.”

“Take me to her,” I demand.

“She won’t meet with you,” Sofia says, moving her glare from Oliver to me.

“She will meet with her,” Oliver snaps at Sofia. “Do as your Luna Queen commands you.”

“It will be your funeral,” Sofia grumbles as she turns her back to us.

“What did you say?” Oliver screams at Sofia.

Sofia spins on her heels and glares into his eyes. “It will be your funeral,” she says louder.

Oliver lunges toward Sofia. He grabs her around the throat and slams her against the wall of the pack house. “Was that a threat?” He snarls next to her ear.

If Sofia is scared, she doesn’t let him know. She holds her chin high and does not struggle against his hold. “It was not a threat,” she manages to say. “It was a promise. The oracle is not forgiving.”

“Is she a member of this pack?” I ask Sofia.

Sofia twists uncomfortably under Oliver’s hold. “She is,” Sofia gasps.

“Let her go,” I tell Oliver, but he doesn’t immediately obey.

“You will treat my mate with respect despite our past,” Oliver says. “Do you understand?”

“I understand.” Sofia’s voice is raspy as she continues to fight for air.

Oliver releases Sofia, and she falls to her knees in front of him. He doesn’t spare her a second glance before he walks back to me. I stand there stunned, staring at Sofia as she attempts to get back to her feet.

“I bet you didn’t know your mate has a temper,” Sofia says coldly as she looks at me.

I don’t answer her, but she is right. I didn’t know that Oliver had such a volatile temper. He had always been so calm and collected, but I don’t want to give Sofia the satisfaction of knowing more about my mate than I do.

I smooth my hands down my dress and look Sofia in the eyes. “Where can I find this oracle?”

“I am telling you that she won’t speak to you?” Sofia hisses at me. “Why are you being so stubborn?”

“Because I don’t trust you,” I answer her honestly. “You clearly want my mate.”

Sofia scoffs loudly. “I do not want your mate.”

The sound of Leo’s laughter comes from the porch. I glance around Sofia to see him munching on an apple. He wipes the juice from his mouth with the back of his hand. “You definitely want Oliver,” he laughs, “but that is beside the point. Take us to the oracle.”

Sofia lets out a huff. “I am not going with you. I refuse to suffer her wrath.”

“Then tell us the way,” I say.

“She lives in the forest just on the other side of the Crystal Lake,” Sofia tells us. “There is no road that will take you there. You will have to go on foot.”

“I know the way,” Leo says as he tosses the apple core onto the ground.

Sofia rolls her eyes at his actions, picks up the apple core with two fingers, and carries it into the pack house without even looking back.

“I guess we are on our own,” I say, trying to lighten the mood.

“Don’t worry about it,” Oliver says. “I am sure we can handle one oracle by ourselves.”