The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 64

Erica’s POV

Out of the corner of my eyes I watched Chris drink all night. As soon as he would empty his glass, Lynne would fill it up again with whiskey. By the end of the night he was stumbling over his own feet and slurring his words.

As Romeo calls for last call I watch in horror as Chris tries to get to his feet but he trips slightly before catching himself on the bar. I can’t believe what I am seeing. It takes an obscene amount of alcohol to get a werewolf drunk.

“Exactly how much did you give him?” I ask Lynne not daring to take my eyes off of him.

“A couple bottles?” She shrugs her shoulders as he wipes down the bar. “I thought he could handle it.”

“He has never drank before,” I press the palm of my hand to my forehead to try and relieve some of the tension that is building. “Exactly how many bottles did you give him?”

“Four or Five,” Lynne laughs as she watches Chris try to stand once again.

“f**k,” I g***n. “He is wasted.”

“You can say that again,” Lynne giggles.

Chris tries to get to his feet for a third time and stumbles once again.

“Sit down,” I yell at him from across the bar.

Immediately Chris sits back in his seat and looks at me with wide eyes. I walk over to the bar where he is sitting and open my mouth to speak to him but Chris lets out a frustrated sigh. He leans across the bar and his face is just a few inches from my own.

“I have a mate,” he whispers and his face turns a bright shade of red.

I c**k my head to the side and look at him in confusion. Then it hits me. He is so drunk that he doesn’t recognize me. He doesn’t know that I am his mate. “You are an i***t,” I laugh at him.

He presses his head to the bar and big tears roll down his cheeks. “You have no idea,” he sobs.

Great. He is a sad drunk. This is the last thing that I need.

“You should get him home,” Lynne tells me. She is trying to hide her laughter behind her hand but it isn’t working.

Shooting a glare in Lynne’s direction, I silently curse her. This is all her fault. I walk around the bar and grab Chris by the arm. “Come on.” I hoist him up by his arms. “You need to sleep this off.”

“I already told you that I have a mate,” he tries to rip his arm out of my grasp but I hold on for dear life.

“I am your mate,” I g***n. “Come on.”

“You can’t be my mate,” Chris says with tears streaming down his face. “She would never be caught dead in a place like this.”

“Surprise, surprise,” I say sarcastically. “There is something that you don’t know about me. Now let’s go.”

Chris hangs his head and attempts to stand up. He leans up against me as I support his massive weight. “I don’t think I should be driving,” he slurs his words as he talks.

“Do you think?” I roll my eyes at him. Drunk Chris is quickly becoming my least favorite of the triplets. “Are you able to walk?”

“I can,” he nods his head confidently before tripping over his own feet and almost falling on his face. Chris is so heavy that his weight pulls me down with him right before we reach the door of the bar.

“Can you though,” I growl at him and pull him back to his feet.

“You know,” Chris says with a weak smile on his face. “You remind me of her.”

“I remind you of who?” I ask stupidly.

“My mate,” Chris whispers loudly in my ear.

“I bet she and I are a lot alike,” I laugh at his ridiculousness.

Slowly I walk Chris the few short blocks back to my apartment. It takes nearly twice as long because I have to keep picking Chris up off of his face as we walk down the deserted streets. Finally we make it to my apartment building and I see Enzo standing outside smoking a cigarette. But as soon as he sees Chris he runs back inside.

“Men,” I g***n as I walk into the building.

Opening my apartment I pull Chris in behind me and lock the door behind me. Awkwardly standing in the center of my apartment Chris refuses to meet my gaze.

“I have a mate,” Chris says again. “I shouldn’t be here.”

I run my hand down my face. “I am your mate,” I say slowly and pointedly.

Chris’s eyes meet my own and he stumbles backwards a little. “You look just like her,” he sniffs a little.

“Chris,” I grab his face with both of my hands. “I am your mate. I am Erica.”

He looks around my sad apartment and shakes his head. “You can’t be her. She belongs in a place much better than this.”

Refusing to argue about my identity any longer I begin to strip off my clothes. I keep my back to Chris as I change into my pajamas for the night. When I turn back around Chris is hiding his eyes with his hands.

“I am covered,” I say to him and he slowly peeks out from under his hands. He lets out a sigh of relief when he realizes that I am covered.

“I should have never left,” he whispers.

I take a few steps closer to Chris. “What do you mean that you shouldn’t have left?’

Chris flops down on my futon and places his head in his hands. “I just wanted to find out the truth. I didn’t mean to chase her away as well. Now none of us have her and it is all my fault.”

“What if you went home?” I ask him. “Surely your brothers will forgive you.”

“I was jealous and stupid,” Chris begins to cry again. “I just wanted her all to myself and now I realize how wrong that was.”

“Maybe we should have this conversation in the morning when you are less drunk,” I sit down and smile at him.

Chris nods his head and sniffs. Getting up from the futon I walk to the bathroom to wash off all of the make-up from the night and brush my teeth. When I return to the main room Chris is passed out on the futon in his clothes.

Taking a deep breath, I remove his shoes and lift his legs onto the futon. I look at the small space that is available beside him. It is calling out to me. Carefully I climb into the futon beside Chris and snuggle into his delicious scent.

“I have a mate,” Chris mumbles in his sleep and I chuckle at him as I finally drift off.