The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 63

Chris’s POV

“What are you drinking tonight?” The fiery redhead asks as I watch my mate storm to the back of the bar.

I let out a little sigh. “I’m not much of a drinker,” I admit. “What do you recommend?”

“That depends,” the redhead smiles at me. “Are you looking to forget that she’s your mate? Or do you just need some liquid courage?”

“There is no forgetting that she is my mate,” I sigh. “So I guess I am looking for the courage to drag her out of here and take her to my apartment.”

The redhead laughs loudly in my direction. “I can’t let you drag her out of here. Not unless she wants to be.”

“Then I guess I need the courage to sit in this place all night and wait for her,” I laugh.

“My name is Lynne,” she tells me as she places a pink drink in front of me.

I take a sniff of the liquid in the drink and it smells oddly familiar. “What’s in this?”

“Grey Goose and Red Bull,” she says with a shrug of her shoulders. “I thought I would start you out easy.”

Sniffing the drink on more time, I turn the glass up and drink it all in one go. It burns slightly on the way down. But it doesn’t taste half bad. Just as I place the glass back on the bar, Erica comes out of the back room. She has lost the coat that she was wearing and I can finally see what she has chosen to wear for the evening. Erica has on a black lace bra with a short black skirt. The skirt is so short I can see straps of her garter belt. My c**k begins to twitch within my pants as I look at her.

My feeling of euphoria doesn’t last long when I hear someone let out a whistle beside me. I look to my right and I can see an old man sitting beside me. I have seen him come in and out of this bar plenty of times while I was watching Erica. He seems to be a regular. He has on the same flannel shirt that he wears every night and a pair of old khakis. He nudges me with his elbow and gestures to Erica.

“That Jazzy sure is a looker,” he says with a perverted smile on his face.

A low growl escapes my lips as I think about another man seeing my mate in such a state of undress. I look around the bar and see that most of the men in the bar have their gaze on my mate rather than the dancers that are on the stage.

Suddenly there is a rush towards the bar and men are lining up to have drinks served by Erica. I look at Lynne and she just smirks in my direction.

“They would rather be served by her,” she says and I swear that I can hear a little bit of hurt in her voice.

“I think I am going to need something stronger if I have to watch this all night,” I g***n and push my glass back towards Lynne.

“I recommend whiskey,” the old man beside me says as he looks at Lynne lovingly.

I nod my head and Lynne pushes a glass of brown liquid in front of me. I don’t bother to sniff the liquid this time. I just put the edge of the glass to my lips and turn it up. My eyes begin to water as the liquid slides roughly down my throat. I slam the glass down on the bar and begin to cough loudly.

“Rookie,” the old man says with a chuckle as he turns up his one glass and drinks the whole thing like it is nothing. “Weren’t you here last night?” He asks as he gestures for Lynne to fill up his glass again.

“Those were my brothers,” I say gruffly. My throat is still burning from the whiskey.

“I was wondering which one you were,” Lynne laughs.

“I am Chris,” I say as I gesture for her to fill my glass up again.

“Are you sure you want more?” Lynne raises an eyebrow at me.

My eyes linger on Erica’s form while she laughs and flirts with the bar patrons. “I am sure,” I say, not taking my eyes off of Erica. “I think I may need to forget that she is my mate for the night.”

Lynne gives me a pitiful look before she fills up my glass once again. I drink all of the whiskey in the glass and Lynne immediately fills it back up. She gives me a knowing look before she turns away to take care of some of the other men at the bar.

The old man turns to me and holds out his hand. “I am Randy,” he says with a sad look on his face. “It is hard to watch them flirt with other men when you love them. But I can tell you one thing, they don’t mean it.”

Reaching my hand out, I shake Randy’s hand. “How do you know they don’t mean it?” I ask as I let my eyes wander back over to Erica.

“They are just really good actors,” Randy says with a grin on his face. “Lynne is in love with me. She just pretends like she doesn’t so the other guys here don’t get jealous.”

I look at the way Randy is staring at Lynne and I can see that he is in love with her. Or at least his best estimation of what love is.

For the rest of the night Randy and I share stories and have drink after drink. I keep a close eye on Erica the whole night. I don’t miss how her eyes keep drifting over to where I am sitting. As much as I want to throw her coat over her and keep her all to myself, I know that this is something that she needs to do for herself. She needs to know that she can do this on her own.

The owner of the bar comes out and turns all the lights on and calls for “last call.” I pay my tab with Lynne and say my goodbyes to Randy. As soon as I try to stand up the world begins to spin around me and I stumble where I stand.

“Sit down,” I hear a commanding voice from behind me.

Turning around, I stumble and almost fall over. My vision is blurry but I can see a beautiful blonde with sparkling blue eyes glaring at me with her arms crossed over her chest. Leaning into the bar I look the blonde up and down and give her a little wink.

“I have a mate,” I whisper quietly so no one else can hear.

“You are an i***t,” the blonde laughs at me.