The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 72

Bryce’s POV

Ace and I pull up to the Bunny Club and it looks like the bar is packed. It will be hard to get Erica alone on a night as busy as this.

I turn and look at Ace. “Maybe we should come back on another night.” I try to weasel my way out of why we are here.

“Nope,” Ace glares at me. “You are going in there to reject her. You can’t keep a side piece.”

“Amber isn’t a side piece,” I growl lowly. “She is going to be my Luna.”

Ace rolls his eyes at me before he gets out of the car. “Whatever,” he mumbles under his breath.

Without looking back Ace walks into the Bunny Club and the door slams behind him. Taking several deep breaths I get out of the car and walk into the bar.

The smell of coconut oil, sweat, and l**t is heavy in the air; but the scent of lavender is the strongest of all of them.

Ace is standing just inside the door with his eyes glued to the bar. I follow his gaze and that’s when I see her. For the first time in several weeks Erica is standing just a few feet away from me. It is like I am seeing her for the first time all over again.

Her blonde hair is pulled up into a messy bun on top of her head, with several stray hairs that are framing her face. She is wearing nothing more than a bright red bra and a short leather skirt. Her bright smile is lighting up the bar as she serves the patrons at the bar. I want nothing more than to rush to the bar and cover her body from the staring eyes of the rest of the patrons. Suddenly, I realize that I can’t do what I came to do.

Grabbing Ace by the shoulder I try to steer him out of the bar. I don’t want to be here anymore. “We need to leave,” I whisper next to his ear but Ace only glowers in my direction.

“You aren’t getting off that easy,” Ace yells above the music. He rips his shoulder out of my hand and he begins to walk towards the bar.

I don’t miss how Erica’s body tenses as she lifts her nose to the air and catches our scent. Instead of running from the bar like she did last time, she plasters a fake smile on her face and places two napkins in front of us.

“What can I get you two to drink?” She asks, pretending like she doesn’t know us.

“Bartender’s choice,” Ace says like he has been drinking at bars his whole life.

Erica rolls her eyes at the both of us and returns with a bottle of whiskey. She pours the whiskey into the glass and slides them towards us before she turns and walks away to help someone else.

“Erica,” I call out to her and her whole body freezes where she stands.

Erica spins around and glares at me. “My name is Jasmine.”

I nod my head in understanding, she wants to remain anonymous. “Jasmine,” I say hesitantly. “Can I talk to you for a moment?”

Erica takes in a deep breath before she looks back in my direction. “I have nothing to say to you.”

“Please, Little Fox,” I beg her. “I just need to explain.”

“You don’t get to call me that,” she growls.

Turning back to face me, Erica slams the bottle of whiskey on the bar and it shatters under the force. Brown liquid covers the bar and Erica cusses under her breath.

Erica wipes the glass and the whiskey from the bar. As she wipes the bar down a piece of glass catches her finger and she begins to bleed.

“f**k,” she hiss as she tries to apply pressure to her wound.

Ace immediately reaches over the bar and takes her injured hand in his own. He carefully inspects the cut on Erica’s hand. Delicately he pulls a piece of glass out of her hand before wrapping her finger in the napkin that she laid on the bar.

“So it wasn’t you,” Erica’s gaze softens as she looks at Ace.

“It wasn’t me,” Ace says as he places a k**s on her injured hand.

“Hey, Lynne,” Erica yells over her shoulder. “I need to get a bandage.”

The fiery redhead from the other night turns around and sees the mess that is all over the bar. She looks at me and then back to Erica.

“Why don’t you take a break,” Lynne says as she walks over to where Erica is standing. “I will clean this up.”

Erica nods curtly to Lynne and looks at me with a pained expression on her face. “You can come with me,” she says.

Erica disappears into the back room of the bar and Lynne opens the bar so I can follow after her. I open the door to the back room and I immediately have to avert my eyes to the ground. The dancers are standing around topless chatting with one another. As soon as the dancers see me the room goes quiet and they all glare in my direction. I can only assume that Erica has told them everything that has been going on.

Erica pulls a first aid kit away from a top shelf and begins to clean her wound. I try to help her but she pulls her arms away from me.

“Don’t touch me,” I hiss at him.

“Is there a place where we can talk that is more private than this?” I ask her as my eyes look around the room. All of the dancers have their eyes on me.

“Either you talk to me here or you don’t talk to me at all,” Erica growls at me.

I clear my throat awkwardly and I look at her. “I came here to apologize,” I begin. “I thought the mate bond betrayal was just a myth.”

“So you thought that I would never find out,” Erica laughs sarcastically.

“You left us and I need a Luna,” I try to explain to her.

“I understand,” Erica says as she looks at me with tears in her eyes. “So, do you want to do it or do you want me to?”