Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Omega's Triplet Hybrids: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

~Christian’s Point of View~ We were within seconds, literally of marking our mate as we had to sit like dumbasses and watch her leave. You’d think this was Liam’s idea but no. Vance demanded we let her go. We always swore we would vote on any tough decisions, that just one of us would never overrule the group. But here, I just didn’t know what to say or do. “She’s more than heard it from us. I have to hope an objective person can lay it out for her and make the case she can’t argue,” he had said. He was right and I get what he’s saying. But it’s now been over four hours and night is close. She’s not back, she’s not in my arms. She’s not carrying my mark and she’s out in the wild where another could claim her. Nobody would be fucking dumb enough on the island, but the very fact that it COULD happen makes me ready to kill. Puck was still following her though, so I knew she was safe. He said after their chat he felt he’d gotten through to her, that she’d do the right thing. He’d left

~Liam’s Point of View~ It pisses off Tanwen and I to no end that we’re not fully strong enough to properly mate our female, but there’s no stopping this to wait on my body to heal. None of us want that and I have to get it together.The energy in the air is already so intense and the way Vance handled her was textbook Daphne. Hard, then soft and sweet. It was a damn hard thing to follow considering I don’t have my full mobility. Seeing the pleasure he gave her, that only a mate could give her was far more erotic than I ever could have imagined. I wasn’t jealous, much to my surprise. Having all of us take her, watching … it's finally happening. Seeing the pleasure they gave each other did something to my heart. I know this had been the plan our entire lives but actually seeing it now was a different thing altogether. It should make me feel like less of a male that I have a current handicap, that I can’t dominate her the way Vance did then make love to her the way he did. This is going

~Epilogue One~ ~Daphne’s Point of View~ ~One Month Later~ “Fuck! Are you sure,” Liam growls, as he punches into the bed. I snicker, but the dangerous look in his eyes makes me a bit nervous. But … only slightly. “Aye, she’s carrying a tiger baby,” Ensley says, rubbing my belly for good measure. Since the island doesn’t exactly have an ultrasound machine, a real doctor or a clinic, apparently everyone comes to the most magical fairy. “I knew it,” Vance practically growls as he bends to kiss me. Christian scoffs and Liam continues to have a tantrum. I moan into my tiger’s mouth and hold the back of his head, scratching it with my nails. It was bad enough for Liam to find out I was only carrying one baby. But to then spend weeks waiting for someone to be able to figure out exactly what kind it was while the guys fought about it constantly was ridiculous. For me? I’m happy as fuck! Only one baby? Shoooot! I got this! I was embracing motherhood already and the fact that I only

You will need to have first read this book, The Omega's Hybrid Triplets to follow this bonus story! ~Tyler’s Point of View~ Smile, nod. But don’t smile like you’re actually happy, just enough for a decent picture. Try not to sweat. Don’t show that you’re grumpy as fuck, tired and desperate for a hot bath. Award shows are my personal version of hell on earth. But they’re a necessary part of the game. The showbiz game that I was born into, grew up in and still call my career. It’s all I know. I block out the flashes, repeat the same tired answers, trying to be excited for the film that got me here. It’s another box office smash, an action flick. My agent has been refusing to even get me scripts for anything else despite my pleas. By the end of the night I’m holding four statues for winning who knows what. The bored model next to me whose name I can’t even remember didn’t eat a thing at dinner, but downed no less than six drinks. If she thinks she’s coming home with me, she’s mista

~Tyler’s Point of View~ Who the hell is this Winnie?? She comes in here looking like a damn southern belle with her weird dress that does not in any way fit in with LA even if she looks beautiful. She’s got red bottom heels with a purse that’s easily five grand. I only know from having bought many ridiculous gifts for dates. Her luggage was also Louis Vuitton which was bizarre. Who is bankrolling her? It’s all a bit suspicious for me. I’ll immediately demand Vic look into her, full background check. Though she probably doesn’t even have a driver’s license or social security card if she’s from this weird island. I rub my face and stare out the window at the two of them still talking on my patio. Why did I leave? Oh yeah, because my body was freaking the fuck out and being a damn chick. Watching her with my Scotchy was like my ovaries dropping eggs. She barely even looks at anyone else, maybe my housekeeper when she’s cooking. She’s always been my baby, and the fact that she went t