The Alpha Triplets and the Rogue

Erica's POV

"Don't come back to the West Pack," she pants. "It isn't safe."

"What do you mean I can't go home?" I yell loudly over the chaos that is coming from the other end of the phone call.

"There has been a bit of a..." I can tell that my mother has stopped running in order to speak with me more clearly. "There has been a misunderstanding and your father and I have been banished from the pack."

"Banished as in rogue?" I gasp out in fear. Werewolves that are forced to go rogue have been known to lose their minds. Living outside the confines of a pack can cause a werewolf to become more wolf than human.

"I am sure that it is only temporary," my mother begins to sob. I can hear my father gently trying to coax her to stop crying.

The sound of wolves howling in the distance comes through the phone and I can hear my father's gentle voice turning into begging for my mother to continue to run. "We only have five minutes to make it to the border," my father says desperately.

Helplessly I listen as my parents run for their lives. The only sound coming through the phone is the sound of my mother panting heavily as she rushes through the forest. The sound of heavy footsteps and rustling leaves blares loudly through the speaker of my phone. I can barely hear my mother's voice as she pans heavily into the phone.

"Promise me that you won't go back," my mother yells out. "It won't be safe for you."

"Where do I go? What should I do?" I ask as panic fills my voice.

"You will go to the North Pack. Arrangements have already been made," my mother explains.

My stomach falls when my mother says that I will be going to the North Pack alone. "What about you? Surely Alpha Devin would take you in as well," I cannot keep the desperation from my voice.

"The treaty with the West Pack forbids it," my mother says before the line goes dead.

"Mom," I yell into the phone. "Mom!" But there is no response.

Looking down at the phone in my hand, I try to practice my breathing techniques to calm my panic but there is no amount of breathing that is going to make this situation any better.

Quickly I scroll through my phone and click on my mother's number but I reach nothing but a dial tone in response. Scrolling through my phone once more I click on my father's name only to receive the same dial tone.

Tears fill my eyes and I curse the treaty between the North Pack and the West Pack.

There are four Packs that make up North America. The North, South, East and West Packs. The North Pack is the largest of the four and only has a treaty with the West Pack. It has been in place for hundreds of years. It is said that the treaty is bound by witchcraft and a curse would befall whomever broke the treaty. None of the Alphas would dare test the validity of the treaty, not even Alpha Devin of the North Pack.

If only my parents would have explained the situation to me before they were forced to run. I could have met them at the border. We could have lived among the humans until whatever this misunderstanding is clears up. Surely my parents didn't do whatever they were accused of. They are high-ranking wolves within the West Pack. My father has been the Beta of the West Pack since before I was born. Why would he risk his title?

I think about what my mother said about me going to the North Pack to stay with Alpha Devin, Luna Alice, and the triplets alone. I cannot help but groan inwardly. I think that I would rather be a rogue.

The last time that I had been to the North Pack was two summers ago. The summers in the West Pack are blistering hot, so every summer my father would drag us to the North Pack to stay with his best friend, Alpha Devin. We had been visiting the North Pack every summer for as long as I could remember and for as long as I could remember the Alpha's triplets; Ace, Bryce, and Chris, tortured me.

At first, it started as harmless teasing but as they got older they became more creative with their tricks.

It was that summer, two years ago, that I decided that I had enough and wouldn't be returning to the North Pack for any reason. Now it looks like I will be eating my words. My mind fills with painful memories of everything that the triplets made me endure.

I don't understand why I just can't find a job and stay on campus for the summer. I only have one more year of school left. There is no reason why I couldn't just stay here for the summer.

Slowly I pack my bags and look around my small dorm room that has been my home for the past three years. For some reason, it feels like I won't be coming back. I shake my head and try not to think about the thought of not finishing college.

I want more than just to be someone's mate.

Once what little of my things are packed I lay on my bare bed and look up at the ceiling and wonder what my father and mother have been hiding from me all of these years. Somehow this doesn't feel like a situation that is going to be easily diffused.

My phone digs loudly beside me and I jump up hoping that it is my mother messaging me back. I look at the message that is flashing across my screen and I cannot help but groan. It is from Ace.

Ace: 'We will be at the airport to pick you up tomorrow.'

I stare at the phone in disbelief. Tomorrow? It doesn't give me any time to say any goodbyes.

Me: 'What time is my flight?'

Ace: '9:20 am. Tickets will be waiting for you at the counter.'

Me: 'Thanks.'

Ace: 'Looking forward to seeing you again, Fox.'

Ugh. I had forgotten all about the stupid nickname that the triplets gave me several years ago.

Goddess, I hate them.

Erica's POV

**I let the hot water of the shower wash down my body, rinsing the grime from traveling off my skin. Turning off the water to the shower I wrap a towel around my blonde hair and I hear giggling coming from the next room.

"Oh no," I panic as I wrap a towel around my body, not bothering to actually dry myself off.

I fling the door to the bedroom open and the scene laid out before me is exactly what I expected to see.

"What are you doing?" I growl at the triplets as I watch them dig through my luggage.

"We are just helping you unpack," Chris says with a sly grin spread across his face.

"It looks like you have filled out a little bit over the summer," Bryce says as he holds up one of my bras. "Or are you filling this with tissues?"

I can't believe what I am seeing and hearing. They are nothing but perverts. "OUT!" I scream at the three of them. If I had a wolf it would have been a growl.

The triplets scramble to their feet with their arms full of my clothes and run out of the door leaving me with nothing to cover my body. The sound of them chuckling as they run down the hall with their arms full of my clothes sets my teeth on edge and I feel murderous.**

My head bounces against the cool window of the airplane causing my eyes to fly open. The dream that I just had echoes in the recesses of my mind. It is just a reminder of what the triplets are capable of. My stomach falls as I think about the years of torture that I endured and I know they will probably treat me worse without the protection of my parents.

A lump forms in the back of my throat. I know that the triplets will be waiting for me at baggage claim and they are the last people on earth that I want to see right now when my life is in shambles.

As I exit the plane and grab my luggage, I look around and try to see the triplets. I don't see them or their massive bodies anywhere I look.

"Great," I mumble to myself as I wander around the baggage claim looking for any sign of the triplets. Finally, I dragged my luggage out of the airport. "They fucking forgot me."

I stand on the edge of the sidewalk and try to hail a taxi. I can feel hot tears begin to form in the corners of my eyes. I cannot believe that they forgot me. Actually, that's not true. They probably forgot me on purpose. I raise my hand trying to wave down a taxi but each one of them drives by me without even slowing down. My hand falls to my side and I can feel a rush of tears running down my face.

"I told you she would cry," a deep voice comes from behind me.

I turn around and bump into a massive chest and I know instantly that it is one of the triplets. I take a step back from the body that is standing in my way so I can look up to see which triplet's ass I need to kick.

The three brothers are standing side by side and I can no longer tell them apart. Three pairs of identical blue eyes are staring at me with an amused smirk on all of their faces. Over the years they used to dress differently or cut their hair differently so it was easier to tell them apart. Looking from one brother to the other I can see that they have all decided to wear the same light blue t-shirt and their dark hair is all cut the same. It is not until they begin to talk that I get an idea of which one they are.

"Now, now, Brother," the one on the left says. "Let's not make the little Fox cry harder."

That one must be Bryce. He was always the one to compliment me in a backhanded kind of way. He slaps a twenty dollar bill in the hand of the one in the middle.

"Can we just get out of here," the one on the right says. "I am tired of being here."

That one must be Ace. He is the one with the most level head of the three.

I wipe the tears that are falling from my cheeks and glare at the three brothers who are standing before me.

I slap the one in the middle, who must be Chris, across the chest, somewhat playfully and I burst into embarrassing sobs. Ace pushes Chris out of the way and wraps his arms around me. "I told you two that now isn't the time for a joke. She has just lost everything."

I sniff as I look up into his icy blue eyes and I notice that there are small flecks of green mixed in with the blue. "Thanks, Ace," I say as I pull myself out of his arms.

Bryce and Chris groan loudly and slap twenty dollars each into Ace's hand. I stare at them in confusion before Bryce fills in the blanks.

"Ace is the only one that thought you could tell us apart," Bryce shrugs his shoulders. "So we made a bet."

"Wait... wait..." Chris interjects before taking his twenty dollars back out of his brother's hand. "She only recognized Ace. Which one am I?"

I roll my eyes in anger. I don't feel like playing their silly games right now.

"Come on," Chris says playfully. "We won't leave until you tell us."

"Bryce, Chris, and Ace," I say pointing to each of them as I say their names. "Can we go now?"

"Damnit," Chris says as he slaps his twenty-dollar bill back in Ace's hand. "I thought for sure you wouldn't be able to tell us apart after being gone for two years."

"I cut my hair for nothing," Bryce complains as we head towards the parking deck.

As we walk to their shiny, black SUV I keep my mouth shut. I don't want to end up in the middle of another one of their pranks. Luckily the three of them are so busy arguing with one another that they barely notice that I am here.

Ace loads my suitcase in the back of the SUV and slams the door shut. "Goddess, Erica." He acts like he pulled a muscle in his arm. "How long are you planning on staying?"

"Just through the summer and then I am heading back to school," I murmur as I climb into the back seat.

I wait for a few moments before I realize that Chris and Bryce and flipping a coin. Bryce climbs into the back seat with a smile on his face. "I won," he says simply.

"Won what?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"The chance to sit beside you," he wiggles his eyebrows up and down.

"Your pretty boy moves might work on other females but they won't work on me," I groan as I plaster myself up against the door, trying to put as much distance between Bryce and me as possible. But it is no use. Bryce just moves to the middle of the back seat. He spreads his legs open wide and leans back in the seat. His leg brushes up against my own and I feel like I want to puke.

"So you are saying that you think I am pretty," Bryce laughs as he places his hand on my knee.

"Please don't touch me," I say as I squeeze myself closer to the door.

"Leave her alone, Bryce," Ace's voice is sharp as he looks in the rearview mirror at his brother.

Bryce raises his hands and scoots back to his side of the rear seat. I let out a sigh of relief and pried myself away from the door.

The ride back to the North Pack pack house is loud and obnoxious. The brothers are joking around and hitting one another as Ace races down the highway. I find myself gripping the sides of my seat in fear as Ace weaves in and out of traffic.

Suddenly, I realize that this is my life now. Until whatever issues are resolved in the West Pack with my parents, this is what the next few months of my life will be like. Me alone with the three people that I hate most in this world.