Page 28 of Omega's Triplets

Well, she’s certainly capable of telling me herself if that’s what she wants, he decided. Already, he had been impressed by the girl’s ability to stand up for herself, especially under such extreme circumstances as they’d all been experiencing over the past two days. He had expected someone who’d grown up in captivity to be frightened and helpless, and while she did seem to spook easily, she was hardly a wilting flower.

Resolved, he knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

Harley opened the door and stepped into the room. It looked bare and forlorn with all of Amy’s things gone, but Maddy looked perfectly content. “How are you doing?” he asked.

“It’s beautiful in here,” she said. “Is this carpet new?”

The carpet had been there since before Harley could remember. It was matted down from having been walked on so much. “No,” he said, mildly amused. “It’s really old.”

“Well, I like it a lot,” she said. “And this mattress is so soft.”

It was the cheapest one they’d been able to find, but he didn’t tell her that. “I’m glad you like it.”

She nodded, but then the smile on her face slipped a bit. “Someone’s gone to get me clothes? That’s what Mark said.”

“Jamie went,” Harley said.

“So, you’re Harley.”

“Yes.”

“I can’t tell you three apart,” she confessed. “You look exactly the same.”

Harley laughed. “Not exactly,” he said. “But I see your problem. We keep to ourselves here, and it’s been a long time since someone new has had to learn how to tell us apart.”

“Is there a trick?” Maddy asked. “I’d like to be able to do it, if I’m going to be here for a while.”

“Are you going to be here for a while?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “Mark wasn’t very clear about that.”

“Mark hasn’t been clear about much lately,” Harley said.

“Isn’t he your alpha? He acts like an alpha.”

“All of us are alphas,” Harley said.

“That’s weird.”

“Yeah, a little bit.” He grinned. “Our bloodline’s rarefied. Strict alpha/omega pairings going back generations. So, the alpha gene was strong enough for three in our family. Mark takes it really seriously.”

He saw her connect the dots. “That’s why you wanted an omega.”

“Yeah, that’s why,” Harley said. “But you gotta know, none of us were wild about getting one at that auction. We hate the Death Fangs. We just figured...you know. She’d be better off with us than with someone who wouldn’t even treat her like a human. Maybe we were making excuses.”

“Maybe,” Maddy agreed. “That doesn’t mean you were wrong, though.”

“Do you like it here?” Harley asked her.

She hesitated. “I like it a bit. This room is nice. You seem nice.” She smiled a little. “You’re not as scary as your brothers.”

“That’s a fact,” he agreed.

“So, I guess that’s one way to tell you apart.”

“There are others,” he said. “Mark’s got the longest hair. He doesn’t really like having it cut. Jamie’s usually the best groomed because he’s the one with an office job. I’m a mechanic, so my hands are greasy sometimes.”

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