Page 74 of Omega's Triplets

“Maybe,” Maddy agreed. “Or maybe they’ll just come backprepared. They knew I was pregnant. Even if they do think I’m ruined now, they’ll be interested to see my babies, won’t they? It would be the perfect way to get revenge.”

“Shit,” Harley whispered. “She’s right.”

“Of course, I’m right. Did you think they’d just let us get away with it?”

“It’s been four months, though,” Jamie said doubtfully. “It does seem like they’ve decided to let us go.”

“If they’re thinking about it the same way Maddy is, they were probably just waiting for the babies to be born,” Mark said. “I bet they’ll give it another year, maybe two, long enough that it’ll be clear whether or not we’ve got an omega, and then they’ll come back. And this time, they’ll come in force. No one insults the Death Fangs and walks away. We should have known better.”

Maddy was shaking so hard she was worried she might jostle her children where they lay on the mattress. “What do we do?” she asked. “Do we run?”

“We can’t go on the run,” Mark said. “Not with infants. Besides, we don’t want to live like that either. Always moving from place to place, never really feeling safe.”

“And this is our home,” Harley added. “We made this place. It belongs to the Hell’s Wolves, and we’re damn well not going to be chased out of it.”

“But we can’t just stay here and wait for them to come for us,” Maddy said. She felt like she was going to cry. “We can’t let them take one of our babies!” She looked down at the two little girls on the mattress. They were impossibly small and so, so helpless. She had kept them inside her for nine months, protected them with her body. Now, they were on their own. How was she supposed to keep them safe from all the dangers of the world?

“They’re not going to take our babies,” Mark said. “We won’t let that happen.”

“How are we going to stop them?” Maddy asked. “There are dozens of them. It’s ahugepack. And there are only seven of us who are old enough to fight.” And that was being generous. The idea of little Piper having to fight the Death Fangs made Maddy want to cry all over again.

“She’s got a good point,” Jamie said, his eyes worried. “I don’t think we can defend the house against the Death Fangs, Mark. We’re good fighters, and we’ve got some time to prepare. We could set traps around the perimeter of the place, and that might stop some of them. But I think it would probably just make the rest of them mad. We don’t have the numbers to hold the place. I think Maddy’s right. I think we’ve got to run.”

“We can’t raise our children on the run,” Harley objected. “That’s no kind of life.”

“It’s a better life than growing up in a cage and being sold into slavery.”

“But those can’t be the only choices!”

Maddy cried, feeling hysterical. She had never felt this panicky in her life, not even in the barn waiting to be brought out for the Death Fangs’ auction. Not even on the day she had been kidnapped from her home in California.

“We’re not going on the run,” Mark said firmly.

“But—”

He shook his head over her protest. “Harley’s right. Our family deserves better. But Jamie’s right too. We can’t hope to defend the house in a full-strength attack by the Death Fangs.”

“If we can’t defend ourselves and we can’t run away, what does that leave us?” Jamie asked. “What are we going to do when the Death Fangs come?”

“We’re not going to be here when the Death Fangs come,” Mark said.

“We’re not?”

The gleam that appeared in his eye planted a seed of hope in Maddy’s chest. “No,” he said firmly. “We’re going to take the fight to them.”

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