The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue – Chapter 142

Erica’s POV

“A DNA test?” I screech through the phone. “Why on earth would you need a paternity test?”

“I just need to be sure,” Ace says.

Sure of what?” I scoff. “Do you think that I was unf

bellows through the phone. “

saying that you are questioning whether Raven is ours or not as well?”

s I want to see you in Raven… I don’t,” Ace’s voice trails off.

ow can you say such a thing?” I gasp. “I watched them pull Raven from my body and lay her on the ground beside the tub. I know for a fact that she is

ce begs through the phone. “It wo

er.”

l not stop looking for our children.”

es he not resemble you?”

Eventually, the muffled sound on the other end of the phone ends and I hear Bryce’s voice on the other end of the phone.

egins to speak. It must have been quite the fight for the phone. “He looks just like us, Erica,” Bryce says with an edge to his voice. I can tell that he doesn’t fully agree with Ace.

they have found the right child.

e to speak to my mother,” I say. I know that she will have som

t. Something is wrong. Something that they are keeping from me. I wait in silence for Bryce or Ace to say something but neither one do.

as they come out of my mouth. “Where is my mother?”

but there were just too many of them.”

on’t understand,” I whisp

omes across the line. “Mother had a small army of rogues waiting for us at the cabin.” He chooses his words slowly and deliberately. “They were ordered

trying to say to me. My mother is gone.

’s voice com

other and how I never got to say goodbye.

r son,” Ace breaks through the silence again. “She fought amazingly.”

air fills the room around me. I had just gotten my mother back from being banished and now she is gone again.

s into the bedroom. He scans the room for any sort of danger but when he doesn’t find any his eyes land on me. Carefully he takes the phone from my

He asks, but I have a feeling that he already

out my mother.

away from me and refuse to answer it.

red and my throat is hoarse from crying.

nce Chris is sure that I am done crying he wipes the dried t

on the couch. “I am sure your father already knows,” he mumbles. “He would have been able to feel her die.”

my father’s number.

e sounds hoarse and a bit slurred.

egin to fill my eyes onc

d she g

trying to protect my son.”

had it any other way,” he finally says.