The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 58

Bryce’s POV

We pull up to a bar that looks like nothing more than a storage shed. The neon lights on the outside flicker constantly and emit an annoying buzzing sound. This is not the kind of place that I want my mate working. That is for damn sure.

Ace gets out of the driver’s side of the car and lets out a deep sigh. “Did we drive her to work at a place like this?”

“We weren’t exactly supportive when Chris left,” I remind him. “We were actually kind of rude.”

“If she is stripping, I am pulling her off the stage and away from this place,” Ace growls and I cannot help but agree with him.

Just the thought of another man looking at our mate naked is enough to send me over the edge. I am likely to kill every man in there looking at her.

“Are you ready?” I ask Ace as he pulls open the door to the bar.

“As ready as I will ever be,” Ace replies.

Walking into the bar I feel extremely over dressed. Ace and I wanted to look our best when we finally saw Erica again. So, we put on our best button up shirts and our nicest slacks. But our outfits make us look ridiculously out of place.

The rest of the patrons are in raggedy clothes. Ripped jeans and tattered t-shirts seem to be the dress code for the Bunny Club.

Lifting my nose to the air, I try to sift through the heavy scents of coconut oil, perfume, and l**t, looking for my mate’s scent. That is when it hits me. The subtle hint of lavender hits my nose.

My eyes dart to the stage and I let out a sigh of relief. The dancer is not Erica. Suddenly a blonde head behind the bar catches my eyes before it disappears. I could have sworn that I just saw her there. But now it is empty behind the bar.

I nudge Ace with my elbow and gesture for him to follow me to the bar. But before we can reach the bar a decrepit old human is standing in front of us. He has on a pair of old khakis and a torn flannel shirt. Half if his teeth are missing and smells heavily of muscle cream and whiskey.

“Haven’t seen you two around here before,” the old man slurs his words as he approaches us.

“We are new in town,” Ace practically growls at the old man to get him to move out of the way.

Either he is too drunk or just doesn’t care, but the old man refuses to move out of the way. “Let me buy you a drink,” the old man tries to steer us away from the bar.

‘Maybe he knows who Erica is,’ I say through the mind link.

‘I just want to get her and get out of here,’ Ace growls back.

‘Let’s hear what the old man has to say.’ I shrug my shoulders but Ace only growls angrily in my direction.

We follow the old man to a table in far corner of the bar. He keeps looking back at the bar with a strange look on his face.

“You look like you come here often,” I say to the old man.

“Name’s Randy,” he says as he hold his hand out for me to shake. “I like to think this is my second home.”

“Hey, Randy,” I say with a smile on my face. The longer I talk to Randy the more I like him. “Do you know a girl that works here by the name of Erica?”

Randy taps his finger on his chin while he thinks. “Nope. No one here by that name.”

“Who works behind the bar?” Ace asks gruffly.

“My love, Lynne,” Randy says with a love struck look in his eyes.

“Is there anyone else?” I ask before Ace has a chance to ruin with his terrible people skills.

“There is a new girl,” Randy says as he looks back at the bar. “But she is off tonight.”

‘He is lying,’ Ace says through the mind link.

‘Obviously,’ I retort.

‘Can I kill him yet?’ Ace growls angrily. I can tell that he is ready to over turn this place until he can find her.

‘We aren’t here to kill anyone,’ I growl at him.

Ace crosses his arms over his chest and pushes his bottom l*p out in a pout. I roll my eyes at him before turning my attention back to Randy.

Randy has his eyes glued to the bar. A fiery redhead is behind the bar now. She keeps glancing over in our direction but she doesn’t come over to take an order. Getting up from the table I walk to the bar. The redhead flashes a bright but fake smile in my direction.

“What do we owe the pleasure of having two of the three Alpha Triplets come to visit our fine establishment?” The redhead asks, but I have a sinking feeling that she knows exactly why we are there.

I lift my nose to the air and sniff the air around the bar. The smell of lavender is heaviest behind the bar. I look at the woman behind the bar and I know immediately that she is a werewolf. But she isn’t a rogue which means she is probably part of my pack.

“We are here looking for a woman,” I tell her seriously.

“For the right price I am sure you and your brother could have your pick of the ladies here in the Bunny Club,” she smiles at me sweetly.

“I am looking for a specific woman,” I tell her. “Her name is Erica.”

“I don’t know anyone by that name,” she tells me but her gaze doesn’t meet my own.

“What about someone by the name of Jasmine?” I ask.

“Hmm…” She pauses and taps her finger on her chin just like Randy did. “Nope. I don’t know anyone with that name either.”

“I know that you are probably a part of my pack.” There is a edge to my voice warning this woman not to mess with me.

“And we are not on your pack lands,” the redhead says with a smirk on her face. “I suggest that you and your brother find a different bar to drink at.”

“Are you saying that we aren’t welcome here?” I laugh in her face.

“I am,” the little redhead says with a severe tone to her voice.