The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 71

Erica’s POV

The annoying sound of my alarm wakes me from my peaceful sleep. Chris’s arms are wrapped tightly around me and it feels like he isn’t planning on letting go any time soon.

“Pst,” I hiss at Chris while I poke him in the shoulder. “You have to let me get up.”

“Just a few more minutes,” Chris whines and pulls me in closer to him.

Pushing my hands against his shoulders I try to pry myself out of his arms. “I have got to get to work,” I say as I wrestle against his tight grasp.

“I don’t want you going back there,” Chris mumbles, still half asleep.

“Nope,” I say as I finally wiggle my way out of Chris’s arms. “You don’t get to make that decision for me.”

Rolling over onto his back, Chris lets out a frustrated sigh. “I’m going back with you then,” he says seriously. “I won’t let you work in that place without some sort of protection.”

Rubbing my fingers against my temples, I try to combat the oncoming headache that is going to plague me as long as Chris is living with me.

“I worked there for two weeks without incident.” I place my hands on my h**s and glare at him.

“I was watching you the whole time,” Chris finally admits.

“You have got to be kidding me,” I g***n. “Can’t you all let me do anything for myself?”

“I would rather you be a pampered Princess,” Chris shrugs his shoulders. “Come on, let’s get a shower.”

Rising from the futon, Chris grabs me by the hand and leads me towards my small bathroom. I look at the tiny, single person shower and then at Chris. “There is no way that we are both going to fit in there,” I tell him.

“That’s okay,” Chris says as he sits himself on the toilet. “I will just enjoy the show from out here.”

“You can’t be serious,” I look at him in shock.

“Of course I am,” he laughs. “Now hurry up or you will be late for work.”

Realizing that I don’t have much of a choice, I step into the shower, and I turn the water on as hot as it will go. But it doesn’t make any difference, the water is insanely cold no matter how high I turn the temperature. Quickly I rush through my shower, wanting to get it over with as soon as I can.

Just as I am about to turn off the water and get out of the shower a searing pain radiates through my chest. The pain is so intense that it drops me to my knees. Within a second, Chris is at my side, lifting me out of the shower. My body is trembling and shaking from the pain.

Chris wraps me in a towel and attempts to rub me dry but the pain is too strong and I cannot hold still. I writhe on the floor in pain, whimpering.

“What is happening?” Chris holds my head in his hands and pleads with me.

“Something is wrong with my heart,” I manage to grumble. “I need to get to a doctor.”

Suddenly, Chris backs away from me and looks at me in horror. “What does it feel like?” His voice is laced with concern.

Tears run down my face and onto the floor as I cry out each time a new wave of the pain hits me in the chest.

“I don’t know,” I sob. “It just hurts.”

I curl up into a ball on the floor and hold my legs as tight to me as I possibly can. Silently sob wrack my body as I lay on the cold tiles of my bathroom floor.

“Erica,” Chris says as he strokes my hair out of my face. “I don’t think you need a doctor.”

Just as soon as the pain started it has begun to subside and I am able to breathe normally once again. Chris is staring down at me with a knowing look on his face. He looks like he is ready to murder someone.

“What just happened?” I ask my extremely angry mate.

Chris takes a large gulp of air before he begins talking. It is almost as if he is looking for the courage to tell me what is going on.

“I think one of my brother’s betrayed the mate bond,” he says in a low growl.

Chris’s eyes are swirling from blue to black as he looks at me.

I shake my head over and over again. “There is no way one of them would do that to me.” I say in denial.

“It is the only explanation, Little Fox,” Chris says softly.

Once again sobs threaten to escape my chest, but I sniff them back. I refuse to feel bad for myself. Getting off the bathroom floor I tighten the towel around my body.

“It’s my fault,” I say simply. “I should have never left in the first place.”

“You can’t possibly blame yourself for this,” Chris says angrily. “You don’t deserve this.”

“For all I know they came to the Bunny Club that night to reject me. I was just too much of a coward to hear what they had to say.” I try to justify the actions of whichever brother betrayed the mate bond.

“Stop trying to make it all okay, Erica,” Chris snaps at me. “We were taught at a young age what would happen if we didn’t respect the mate bond. Whichever of my brothers did this to you knew what they were doing.”

“They knew that they were going to hurt me?” I cannot believe my ears. Maybe I truly meant nothing to whichever brother did this to me.

“Whoever it was knew what they were doing?” Chris growls.

My body feels numb. There are so many emotions running through my body that I am unable to focus on just one. But one thing is for certain, anger is at the forefront of my feelings. I would never consider putting them through the pain that I just felt. I guess I just love them more than they love me.