The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 75

Erica’s POV

Chris puts me into the passenger side of his car. Tears are still rolling down my cheeks as I think about what just happened in the back of the bar.

“You aren’t going back there,” Chris says angrily. “You have been on your own for almost a month. You’ve proven you are an adult and can take care of yourself. Now you can let me take care of you.”

I look at Chris and smile sweetly. “Okay,” I nod.

Chris drives me back to my apartment and insists on carrying me inside. He sits me down on the futon and begins to put all of my clothes in my bags.

“What are you doing?” I ask him as I watch him rush through the apartment.

“I am packing your things,” Chris says as he stuffs a handful of my new bras and lingerie into my suitcase. “There is no way that we are leaving all of this here.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me and I roll my eyes in his direction.

“I can’t go back to the North Pack,” I say with a sigh. “I can’t watch Bryce be with another woman.”

“What happened in the back of the bar?” Chris sits down beside me and pulls me closer to him.

“He defended what he did because I left,” I begin to cry. “And you know what? He’s not wrong. I got everything that I deserved.”

“You didn’t deserve that,” Chris tells me. “If anything this is all my fault.”

“We both made mistakes,” I tell Chris. I don’t want to push him away from me as well.

“I think all four of us have made mistakes,” Chris says honestly.

I lean into Chris and he wraps his arm around me. Silently sobs wrack my body as I cry into Chris’s shirt. I am a snotty, sobbing mess by the time Chris pulls me away from his shirt and looks me in the eyes.

“What can I do to make this better?” Chris uses his shirt to wipe my face clean.

“I just want to go home.” I tell him. “I want all of my mates. I miss them.”

“I miss them too,” Chris says quietly. “It doesn’t feel right without them here.”

I let out a sigh. Finally one of them gets it. Finally one of them understands that we cannot be whole without all of us together.

“Can we go home?” I sniff.

“We can do whatever you want,” Chris says as she holds me in his arms. “Let’s go home and get your mates.”

“What if they don’t forgive us?” I break out into sobs once more.

“I know my brothers better than they know themselves.” Chris laughs. “Bryce will be the first one to fold and then Ace will follow suit.”

“Bryce has already moved on,” I cry into Chris’s shirt once again.

“Bullshit,” Chris yells so loudly that it causes me to jump. “He will forget all about her as soon as he sees you once again.”

“What about your mother?” I ask hesitantly. “She will not be happy to see me.”

Chris tenses under me and I hear a low rumble in his chest. “Don’t worry about my mother. I need to have a few words with her and my father.” Chris’s fists are balled up and I can tell that he is too angry for me to ask about what he needs to talk to his parents about.

I get up from the futon and begin to finish packing up the rest of my clothes. I stare at a pile of clothes that I bought to wear specifically at the Bunny Club. It feels wrong to take them with me.

Chris comes up behind me and whispers in my ear. “Pack them.”

“I will never wear them ever again,” I say.

I pull my bottom l*p in between my teeth while I think about what to do with the clothes. Maybe I will give them to Lynne, we are about the same size. I am still staring at the pile of clothes when I look up and see Chris stalking towards me.

“You know what that does to me,” Chris says when he is finally standing in front of me.

Tilting my chin upwards, Chris runs his thumb along my bottom l*p, releasing it from my teeth. My tongue darts out and I lick the tip of his thumb while he runs it over my bottom l*p. Kicking my suitcase to the side, Chris presses his body up against mine.

“I should be packing,” I breathe out as I look up into Chris’s blue eyes. They are like deep pools of water that I am drowning in.

“We should be,” Chris’s voice is husky and a little seductive. “But I can think of a million things that I would rather be doing to you rather than packing.”

Reaching around my back, Chris undoes the bra that I am wearing and it falls to the ground. His rough hands trail up my arms leaving electricity and sparks in their wake. A breathy m**n escapes my lips as his hands begin to linger over my breasts.

“Chris,” I breathe out. “I don’t think we should…”

“Do you want to wait until my brothers and I can all touch you at the same time?” Chris whispers next to my ear.

I nod my head ‘yes’ but my body betrays me. The scent of my arousal begins to pepper the air surrounding us.

“Are you sure that you want to wait?” Chris runs his tongue up my neck. Covering the spot where the brothers will one day mark me. Hopefully.

“We have to wait,” I say, suddenly pushing Chris back away from me. I cover my breasts with my arms. “Bryce was angry when he found out that we were having s*x without him.”

Chris takes another step in my direction and smiles at me. “That just means you will have to give Bryce a little one on one time when we get back home.”