All Chapters of The Omega's Triplet Hybrids: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~Liam’s Point of View~ *She’s clueless,* my beast said, licking his lips. He liked it that way, he liked the Omega needing some guidance. I wasn’t so sure. My brothers had raided her personal information. She was an orphan, no family. No home. A shifter happened to find her and steer her into one of our safe houses. It didn’t get much more of a blank slate than Daphne Patterson. Two names … it was weird. But she is stubborn, seems to think there is something better waiting for her at home anyhow. My dragon and I knew all we needed to know. She was strong and willful, clever and determined. And that body. Fuck. It’s all I’ve been able to think about since I first saw her. I’d flown overhead to survey the Omegas and spotted her immediately. She stood out unlike anyone I’d ever seen. Long, flowing brown hair and a full soft body. Unlike most female shifters with little to no hair, kept short and zero softness. Most Omegas are not that intelligent, only concerned with trivial things.

~Daphne’s Point of View~ ~The Next Day~ “They’re all ready for you,” Cassandra said, as I nearly fell over. I looked at the first man in line and nearly choked on my lemonade. “Hey beautiful,” I heard, as I blinked through sleepy eyes to see Barrett. Isn’t the entire reason I’m doing this speed dating shit because I told him no? God he doesn’t give up does he? I suddenly sat up straight and looked him over. The last time I’d seen him he certainly looked a lot better, cheery and rested. It was clear he hadn’t really slept. He gave me a smile but it was obvious he was nervous. Sad even. Because of me?? A weird feeling of absolute guilt washed over me unlike anything I’d ever felt. I’m always the ugly duckling, the reject. But damn … I did that to someone. Shit I hadn’t even thought of it like that! Okay okay so now what? Light? Keep it light. “Hey yourself, you doing okay,” I asked, surprised that I cared. But damn even though I really didn’t want this guy like at all, I didn’

~Daphne’s Point of View~ “So?? I need details! Oh my god, Prince Liam up close and personal? Like no way,” Jenna said, practically gah-gah. I elbowed her and smiled. Two can play at this game princess! “He probably likes ‘em young, why don’t you try for him,” I said, giving her an encouraging face. Jessie immediately began laughing hysterically. She had a full belly kind of laugh, the one that will make you do it too regardless of what’s funny. “Yeah sis! How about it,” she chided, as we both stared at Jenna. “Oh I couldn’t possibly. I mean that would just be…I mean he’s…” she trailed off as I raised my eyebrow. Gotcha! Just then a man came into the vicinity, clearly gunning straight for the twins. I instantly noticed a resemblance, their father? “Girls, there you are! How dare you not answer my mind-links? Meghan is having her first shift, right now, so get your tails back home and be there for your sister. She’s shouting for you both,” he snapped, as both of their faces fell

~Daphne’s Point of View~ I felt like I’d barely slept. I wanted to get up and go find Gabby, I needed a good heart to heart with her. It really hadn’t dawned on me that I could come between the brothers and suddenly it was weighing very heavy on me. I sighed and stretched my legs in my soft bed, the scent of the ocean still tingling in my nose. There was no denying how fucking incredible Vance felt, how his hands felt on me. Inside me. How his kisses were perfect. Not too aggressive, but not too soft. He tasted as good as he felt, and it was impossible to stop. If it was that hard for me I couldn’t imagine how it was for him. Were princes ever turned down by a woman? I highly doubted it. They’d probably all think I was nuts for stopping him. Though it was more than obvious he wanted me, the nagging little girl in me that only ever knew rejection still couldn’t believe he was for real. My bed was so warm and cozy, though I was sure it was already 80+ degrees outside, I loved it. I

~Christian’s Point of View~ I’d never put much thought into “pampering” a female, it was certainly not something I’d never seen my fathers do. My mother was lucky if they actually helped butcher the meat they brought home for dinner. In our younger years she did nearly everything on her own. I remember it well. She hadn’t wanted help. But as she had more babies she finally let others in. Royals were supposed to have servants, though she’d never call them that. I knew Daphne would be the same. It was clear she was used to doing it all on her own. I both loved and felt pity for my mother at the same time and I wasn’t at all sure if that’s how my brothers saw her. In some aspects she chose this life but not in others. Not all the males she bred with were like our fathers. Well, for starters they weren’t kings even if the babies they had would be princes or princesses. They weren’t stuck up: they were much more hands on and involved with raising their offspring like they should be. Shift