The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue – Chapter 244

Raven’s POV

The weeks leading up to my coronation should have been filled with dress planning, the choosing of colors, and guest lists. Instead, it was filled with attack plans and security detail.

I haven’t been allowed out of the Crystal Lake Pack house without Leo or Oliver by my side. If I am to be honest, I am beginning to feel a bit suffocated. I am not even allowed to be alone with Kieran. My fathers and my mates are still not sure if he can be trusted.

my coronation has been kept from him. Just to be sure he will not leak any of the details to the recusants.

ssigned to him, and he is being dosed with small amounts of wolfsbane to keep his wolf from surfacing. I have tried to fight to gain him some freedom, but it is useless. No one seems to believe he

m. I am holed up in my bedroom, being tortured by a team of stylists.

the mirror. My black hair is pulled up into a fancy updo with soft curls framing my face. My face is caked with make-up that I normally wouldn’t wear. The smokey eye that the stylist applied makes my eyes look much more blue than they really are.

p of women come bustling in with several dress bags in their hands. But the final woman that enters the room catches my eye.

le Bird,” my

umping my knees into the vanity in the process. I rush across the room and engulf my mother in a giant hug. “I hav

r says sweetly. “You will

ll her.

ars her throat, ruining the moment between my mother and me. I shoot the stylist a nasty glare, but she doesn’t seem phased at all. She merely gestures to the dress bags lying on the bed. “You have

dresses. Personally, this one is my favorite

with blue trim that is the same shade as my eyes. I have seen this dress

at one,”

th a plunging neckline. It is the complete opposite of the dress I have been wearing in my dreams. It feels like the only appropriate choice.

“This one,” I say, not needing to se

seen the other choices.”

s much confidence as I can muster. “This is the dress.”

has been helping me.

y die?

the purple dress.”

, she helps me strip off my t-shirt, making sure not to ruin my hair or make-up. I step into the red ballgown, and my mother zips up the back.

definitely do not look like the eighteen-year-old girl who started her journey to win over the pac

display. It is everything the purple dress is not.

asks as if I have a choice in the matter.

.

he Crystal Lake Pack warriors?” My mot

an only hope they decide to be on the right side of h

f my fathers waiting on me. They all offer me an identical smile as I step out of the room. I link arms with Dad and Papa as Father leads the way down the stairs.

th our lives,” all th