The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 87

Erica’s POV

Amber settles in the tiny backseat of Ashley’s sports car. She crosses her arms over her chest in silent protest. It is clear that she thinks sitting in the backseat is beneath her. Ashley and I simply ignore her and chatter together the whole way back to the pack house. We aren’t talking about anything important. Just catching up on what happened to one another while I was away.

“Don’t you two have anything more important to talk about?” Amber complains from the backseat.

“Not really,” Ashley says cheerfully. I know that she is enjoying the fact that Amber is miserable in the backseat.

“The Alpha is in the hospital!” Amber screeches. “Shouldn’t we be talking about that?”

“What is there to say?” Ashley shrugs her shoulders. “He is out of surgery and is going to be fine. There is no reason to dwell on the negative parts of the situation.”

“Well,” Amber huffs. “I know that the brothers are expected to choose their Luna’s soon. I think we all know who Bryce will be choosing but what about Ace and Chris?”

I open my mouth to speak but my voice gets caught in my throat. The triplets are mine. I swallow hard and just try to ignore Amber’s question.

“I think they should be with their FATED mate,” Ashley emphasizes the word ‘fated.’

I see Amber roll her eyes in the rearview mirror. “No offense to you or anything but it would be a disgrace if any of the brothers actually chose you. You aren’t exactly Luna material.”

I twist my hands on the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white. Ashley elbows me in the ribs trying to get me to say something in return but I refuse to stoop to her level once again. The last time I did I ended up slapping her across the face.

Ashley lets out a huff of frustration before she turns around in her seat and glares at Amber. “And I suppose you think that you are Luna material?”

Amber brushes her hair behind her ear and smiles brightly at Ashley. “Out of the three of us… I am probably the most qualified. I have been training for the position my whole life.”

I roll my eyes so hard I think I catch a glimpse of my brain. Of course she has been training for this her whole life. I am sure she was promised to Bryce since her birth.

“What happens when you find your fated mate?” Ashley asks Amber.

“I will obviously reject him,” she says matter-of-factly. “To be the Luna of the North Pack is the highest honor. I cannot imagine that my fated mate would be able to match that status.”

Finally I find my voice. “When you find your fated mate nothing else seems to matter. Not the fact that they teased you for most of your life or whatever their status is. Once you find them they complete a part of you that you didn’t even know was missing. When you are away from them it feels like every fiber of your being is reaching out to find them.”

Both Amber and Ashley fall silent after hearing my words. I pull into the driveway of the pack house and pull Ashley’s car into its regular spot.

Before Ashley gets out of the car she turns to me and pulls me in for a hug. “I can’t wait to find my fated mate.”

“I still think they are overrated,” Amber says as she squeezes out of the back of Ashley’s car.

As I walk up the stairs to the pack house I notice that Bryce is standing on the front porch waiting for us. I try to ignore him as I walk by but he grabs ahold of my arm and pulls me close to him. “I am going to make things right,” he whispers next to my ear.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” I whisper back to him.

I walk into the pack house and begin to make my way up the stairs when Ashley grabs my wrist and pulls me back to the window by the front door.

“Aren’t you curious what is going on out there,” she says as she ducks behind the potted plant in the window to watch what is going on.

“I could care less what he is talking to his chosen mate about,” I lie. The truth is I want to push Ashley out of the way and see what is being said for myself.

“I can’t hear what they are saying,” Ashley whines, “but it looks heated.”

Instead of going up the stairs, I let my curiosity get the better of me. Taking a seat on the bottom stair I wait for Ashley to give me the play by play.

“What is going on?” I whisper.

“Amber’s face is really red. Almost as red as her hair.” Ashley is chuckling to herself.

I lean forward on the step trying to hear what is being said through the heavy wooden door but all I can hear is raised muffled voices. It certainly doesn’t sound like a friendly conversation.

“Now she is crying,” Ashley whispers over her shoulder.

As much as that should make me happy, I cannot help but feel a little sorry for Amber. She came here expecting to be one of the Luna’s of this pack and now her heart is being broken.

“Oh,” Ashley exclaims a little too loudly. “She just slapped him across the face. Quick, hide, here they come.”

I look from my right and to my left. There is no place for me to hide. Suddenly, the front door to the pack house swings open and Amber comes storming in. Ashley is pretending to be inspecting the plant beside the window, while I am still sitting on the bottom step. Amber takes one look at me and her fists ball up at her sides. She rears back her fist and punches me across the face.

Her punch is so weak that it barely moves my head to the side. I look up at her and put a sweet smile on my face. “I suppose I had that one coming,” I tell her.

Amber growls at me before she pushes me out of the way and storms up the stairs.

“I can’t believe she punched you,” Ashley says in shock.

“I can,” I laugh. “Bryce is really good with his hands.”

“Ew,” Ashley covers her ears and runs up the stairs. “I don’t want to hear about this!”

“Are you okay?” Bryce’s voice comes from the front door.

“I am now,” I tell him.