Alphas of Raven: The Forbidden Triplets

Chapter 10

Zain's POV

Crushing the papers in my hand, I clenched my fists.

Bloody hell! How did I not see these before?

"Are the numbers that bad, Alpha?" Ramon, my beta, glanced at me from the driver's seat as he drove us back from the meeting.

"They are worse than bad." I told him point blank. "There has been a very massive increase in unnatural deaths and missing people, who of course are presumed dead, recently."

"And the damn timelines of these deaths and the initiation of the rogue programme tie in perfectly." I explained it to Ramon.

I could see the concern in Ramon's eyes, and it was valid because this was likely to blow up in our faces.

"But this is not the case with our packs, and our pack is the biggest contributor to the Rogue Programme."

Ramon was right, but none of these facts mattered to these morons.

As much as John was in favor of the rogue programme, and I was sure he wanted to implement it in his pack as well, most of the other alphas were set against it.

"It does not matter, and even though this is not happening in our pack or our satellite packs that are running the Rogue Programme, they will find a way to blame the rogues. At least they will certainly try their best."

The Rogue Programme was special, it was personal. For reasons known only to us, this project hit too close to home.

To be honest, the three of us were not as thick as people assumed triplets to be. We barely saw eye to eye on most things, but when it came to this programme, we were super passionate. And I do believe that our connection with this project brought us together for more than work.

I knew York was uncomfortable about it to start with. But that was classic York, he never liked digging up the past; he just preferred shoving it all away.

That's why he had always been reluctant to support this initiative, even though I knew that he believed in it.

Xaar and I, on the other hand, were all for it.

Even though it was Xaar's baby to start with, I brought it up with an equal amount of love and care. This was important to me, and this was important to us.

And I would be damned if I let a bunch of idiots ruin it.

"Do one thing; get me this data for each of the packs," I asked Ramon, trying to rack my brain for a solution.

"Also, let's ask our teams on the ground to find out more about it. We need to know more about these deaths, and regardless, such a sudden increase in deaths and missing people is definitely concerning."

Ramon nodded as he started mind-linking instructions to various teams.

In the meantime, I too tried to reach Xaar and York, only to be met with silence. As I had expected, Xaar was not reachable again, but then I did not think I was lucky enough to get hold of him twice in one day. What was strange, though, was that even York had switched off his link.

"Also, can you check if York is in his office?" I asked Ramon, irritated at not being able to reach him or Xaar.

"I checked with his assistant; he is not there. She said that he left for home after lunch with Luna. He is working with some students at his home office."

Ramon replied promptly. The guy was efficient as hell.

Guess, being the beta for all three of us, the guy had no option but to be on top of things.

We each had our own assistants who supported us and Ramon in our individual work, but Ramon was always on top of things.

"Do you want me to drop you off at his place?" Ramon suggested.

"Yeah, just drop me there. Also, just call for the driver to come and pick you up from there, and leave the car for me; I will get it back myself."

Half an hour later, I was already at York's place.

The familiar scent of the Angel Truimpets greeted my nostrils as I walked in. They were in full bloom, making them even more effective at hiding the scents.

Damn! I didn't know why York was obsessed with them. We all liked our privacy, but this was on another level.

Goddess, was I the only sane brother out of all of us?

Maybe not; the three of us were far from normal.

With my sense of smell dulled, my other senses were super alert; therefore, it took a mere millisecond for my already sensitive ears to pick up the distant moaning and groaning sounds.

Interesting! York had company, and that too middle on the day. Nice!

Wasn't York supposed to be working with a student?

Was he f*****g a student? Not that I was the one to judge, but I knew York was too principalled and Mr. Goody-two-shoes to mess with a student, being the university dean and all.

Nah, definitely not a student, but I wonder who it could be?

Curiosity got the better of me as I quietly made my way towards the source of the sounds. As I approached, I couldn't help but wonder what, or rather, who, York was doing.

I wouldn't say I was nosy, but I was just intrigued to see who it was.

Not that I was going to barge into his personal space, but maybe I would catch a name or something.

The sounds became more intense as I walked towards the main entrance. The screams and cries were mixed with the sound of skin slapping against skin. The Angel Truimpets were strong enough to conceal the scent of their arousal, as it had masked my scent.

I didn't know what I was expecting to find there, but what I definitely did not expect to find was the visual that decorated the large window of York's home office, which was right next to the main door.

There he was, my dear brother, drilling his way through a chick who was bent over flat on his office desk with her ass in the air.

So I was right; York was getting some action.

"Lucky bastard!" I cursed under my breath.

Man! I swear I was happily married, but who was to say that I could not miss my single life once in a while?

Just as I was about to turn and leave, York pulled out of the girl and adjusted her so her hips were higher, perched outward. And then he jammed back into her asshole with all the feorosity.

The girl screamed at the sudden invasion, but York kept pounding into her with relentless aggression.

Woah! It seemed like the sweet little York was a monster in bed, but then he ought to be; he was a Raven after all.

Her ass wiggled in the air from the constant fiction that York was providing.

My d**k twitched in my pants, just looking at it.

Damn! I wanted to squeeze some bouncy ass.

I had always been an ass man.

Not that the girl in front of me had a great ass. She had a more toned body.

Personally, I preferred nice, round globes with ample meat. Unfortunately, Mesha was also one of the leaner girls. I mean, she was hot and all, but I loved curvy girls, with ample meat in all the right places.

Shit! I needed to stop fantasizing about some piece of ass; I was already sporting a hard on.

And I was married for the goddess's sake; I definitely needed to stop thinking about it. Maybe it was time to head home to Mesha, I could use a late afternoon f**k.

Thinking about f*****g Mesha, I started walking back towards my car, crossing the garden full of Angel Truimpets. I was still deep in thought when my eyes saw a mass of blond mess perched on the bench.

Who the f**k was she?

Furthermore, what the hell was she doing here?

She could have been a student for all I knew, but then what was she doing here at the dean's house, sitting outside in the garden like it was a public park.

Was she spying on York? No, she was pretty out of hearing range, but one never knew.

As I walked towards her, she moved her hands into her hair, giving me a glimpse of two full breasts that sat on top of her chest.

Fuck! Those looked delicious.

What the hell was wrong with me? Why was I checking out some random intruder?

Maybe I was just too buzzed and turned after seeing York dominate some ass. Yeah, that had to be it.

"What do you think you are doing here?"

The girl seemed startled. Clearly, she had not sensed me approaching.

"Don’t you know this is trespassing?" I reprimanded her, but she made no attempt to turn to face me.

My heart raced in my chest in anticipation of finding the face that those blond waves adorned. The one that matched the ample bosom I was aware that I sounded like a horny puppy, but my wolf and I simply wanted to see her face, only to be met with disappointment.

"You look like a student here; do you want me to complain to the dean?"

I nudged her, hoping to get a reaction.

And I got one, but not the one that I was expecting.

The girl sprinted across the garden, trying to run away from me.

Like she could. She might have been fast. Much faster than the other werewolves, for sure, but I was faster.

With the initial distance between us and the one second headstart, she had almost made it out of the garden when I caught up to her.

I grabbed her from behind, sweeping her off the ground and pushing her back into my chest. A pair of perfectly rounded bottoms ramming into me, sending a jolt to my c**k.

Goddess her They are ones you would want to f**k from behind, and see them wiggle, like really wiggle and not like one of those skinny asses that York had. Her thick ass with real deal.

"Let me down now."

A melodious voice commanded, tugging at my heart.

But instead of following its command, I spun her over, slamming her back against the rough bark of a tree.

Damn! Her body was perfection, the kind that could make me come in my pants, right then and there.

She was curvy, all right. I had already felt her ass, but her breasts were even better.

They were round and fleshy, giving one plenty to play with. Oh! All the things I could do to them, I would do to them.

Involuntarily, I moved towards the crook of her neck to get a whiff of her scent. That was when the most alluring scent of wild lilies and vanilla hit my nose.

No, it couldn't be. Could it

.

I jerked back to look at the temptress, who had moved her face up, giving me a full view of her large blue eyes and those pouty lips. I could only imagine how they would look bouncing up and down my c**k while her boobs bounced with excitement.

"Mate."

My wolf declared ownership of the angelic-faced seductress, as the mate bond came to life.