Page 77 of Omega's Triplets

Harley threw his bike in gear and accelerated down the highway, leaving the auction behind him. His part in this adventure was done, and now, he could go back to his omega and their children. Now, he could go back to the safe and secure life they’d be able to have together, now that the threat of the Death Fangs was about to be removed.

He could only hope that both his brothers’ parts in this would go as smoothly as his own had.Let them make it home safely, he thought.Let us all be together again.

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AS SOON AS HE’D RECEIVEDHarley’s phone call, Mark went into action.

Tracking the location of the Death Fangs’ home hadn’t been easy, and Mark had hated to be the one to do it because he felt it was the least dangerous job of the three. After all, most if not all, the Death Fangs themselves would be at the auction right now, which meant their homestead would be relatively unguarded. But he was the best tracker. No one had really questioned that he was the best man—the best wolf—for this job.

Maddy had been able to give him some pointers. She remembered roughly how far away from the auction site the house had been, and she said she thought it was to the east of the city because she remembered being in the exercise yard and seeing the sun go down over the Portland skyline.

Mark followed the scent of wolf and omega. It was heavy in the air near the auction site, but it quickly thinned until there were only a few threads. He prowled, sticking to the woods as much as he could, emerging onto the highway when he needed to. As long as there was even the thinnest trail of scent to follow, he would be okay. He would get this done.

And then, miraculously, the scent began to grow heavier. More powerful. It accumulated faster and faster, like falling snow, until it surrounded Mark entirely. He was in the right place; he knew he was—

He looked up.

It was the house Maddy had described. Brown exterior, nondescript. A large detached shed in the back of the massive property.

Big enough for cages.

He shifted, dropped his mouthful of jeans, and took out his phone.

“Portland Police Bureau,” said the desk sergeant, who had already had quite an exciting morning

“I’m about a mile outside of town,” Mark said, and quickly read off the address on the house’s mailbox. “There’s a big shed in back of this place, and I heard screams. Human screams. I think someone’s locked in there. I think the police need to check it out.”

The sergeant read back the address.

“That’s it,” Mark said. He hung up before the sergeant could so much as ask him for his name.

He knew he needed to leave, but he wanted to make sure. He wanted to know that he’d found the right place and that the women and girls who were captive here were going to be okay. He wanted to see for himself that the Death Fangs’ power had been broken. So, he crossed the street, shifted back into wolf form, and sat down to wait. Hopefully, if the police saw him they would think he was just a German shepherd who lived in the area.

It seemed like a very short time later that they came tearing up the street, sirens wailing and lights flashing. They jumped out of the cars and several of them went up onto the porch and knocked at the door. The rest went around back.

Not five minutes later, they returned, expressions of shock and revulsion on their faces. Clustered among them were dozens of women and girls, the oldest in their early twenties, the youngest probably no more than four or five.

Satisfied that the police would take matters from here, Harley snatched up his pants again and began the trek back to the place where he’d parked his bike.Mission accomplished, he thought happily. If any of the Death Fangs did manage to escape the site of their auction, they were in for a bad surprise when they got home.

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WHEN THE POLICE ARRIVEDat the auction site, the barn door swung open with a bang. Jamie, standing in the woods behind the barn, heard it and knew, at once, that what they’d worried about had been true. The Death Fangs were trying to cover up the evidence. They were trying to move and hide the women.

The problem was, Jamie had gotten there first.

“This way,” he hissed, and waved them forward. He could make out the flashing lights of police cars all along the dirt road leading back to the highway. He led the omegas back and back, further and further, toward the highway, until they reached the very last car in the line.

He pointed. “Go,” he said.

“What about you?” one of the women whispered.

“I’m right behind you.”

He stood there in the woods and watched as they emerged onto the dirt path, watched as the police officer who’d been stationed at the back of the line noticed them and called out to his counterpart. He watched as the women were looked over for injury and helped into the police cruisers. He watched until he was sure they were safe.

Then, he turned and ran.

It was time to go home to his family.

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