The Alpha Triplets and the Rogue

CHAPTER 7 The Awful Memory

　　Erica's POV

　　Loud banging on my bedroom door wakes me from a restless sleep. I tossed and turned all night long thinking about the triplets having my bras and panties.

　　Groaning as I get out of the bed I open the door to see a short, grumpy Omega standing in front of me. She is dressed smartly in a pair of black slacks and a white button down shirt. Her gray hair is pulled into a tight bun on top of her head.

　　"Do you think you can just sleep the day away?" She huffs at me. "The Luna told me that you would probably give me troubles but I never imagined that it would be on your first day."

　　Never in my life have I been spoken to in such a way from an Omega but I have to remember that I am no longer a ranked member of a pack. I am nothing more than a rogue.

　　"I am so sorry," I apologize to the Omega. "I wasn't told what time to report."

　　Walking into my room uninvited, the Omega looks around my room with disgust. I have yet to clean up the mess that the triplets made of my things. "You are to wear black pants and a white shirt. If you don't have any, some will be issued to you. You will report to me in the kitchen every morning at 5:00 AM. From there I will give you your tasks for the day."

　　I look at what the Omega is wearing and realize I didn't bring the appropriate clothes. "I don't think I have the appropriate items to wear," I say quietly.

　　"I should have known," the Omega hisses at me and she tosses a set of clothes on the bed. "Today you will be cleaning the triplets' bedrooms."

　　Unable to stifle the groan that leaves my mouth, the Omega shoots me a dirty look before she continues. "The boys like to sleep in so you will be working with me in the kitchen until they are awake. I can assume that you don't know how to cook?"

　　Swallowing my pride I answer the Omega with a tone of respect. "Yes, ma'am, I am able to cook simple things."

　　The Omega grunts in my direction. "That's something. Now get dressed and meet me in the kitchen in five minutes."

　　"Five minutes," I sigh. That doesn't give me enough time to shower.

　　I slip off my pajamas and quickly put on the clothes that the Omega gave me.

　　Throwing my hair into a messy bun, I glance in the mirror and shrug. This will have to be good enough. I silently curse myself for not asking her name. I cannot call her 'the Omega' the whole time that I work here.

　　Running out of my room, I make my way towards the kitchen, not wanting to make another poor impression. Just as I am about to turn the corner to the kitchen I bounce off something hard and get knocked to the ground. I look up and see Bryce smiling down at me. "Good morning, Fox," Bryce says as he offers his hand to help me up.

　　Swatting his hand away I pick myself up off of the floor. I brush past him without giving him the satisfaction of responding, and head straight into the kitchen.

　　The Omega is standing there looking at her watch, tapping her foot impatiently. "You are one minute late," she snaps at me.

　　"I am sorry, Ma'am," I stutter out. "I ran into one of the triplets."

　　"Yes, Bryce," the Omega says. Without giving me a second look she thrusts a bucket of cleaning supplies into my arms. "You will be cleaning his room first this morning."

　　I nod as I take the bucket of cleaning supplies and move to head out of the kitchen. Before I reach the door I turn to the Omega and she meets my eyes with a glare. "My name is Erica, by the way," I tell her meekly.

　　"Rita," the Omega grunts back at me and she continues her cooking.

　　Lugging the bucket of cleaning supplies up the stairs, I stop outside of Bryce's room. I haven't been in this room for many years.

　　Suddenly I am plunged into a memory from the past.

　　**Flashback**

　　"Eight, Nine, Ten! Ready or not, here I come." I hear Ace shouting down the hall.

　　I still haven't found a place to hide. He said that if he finds me first I have to give him a kiss. YUCK!

　　Slipping inside the closest room, I realize that I am in Bryce's room. There are clothes all over the floor and dirty dishes piled up on top of all of the dressers. I wrinkle my nose at the smell. It smells like stinky boys in here.

　　I spot an oversized wardrobe in the corner of the room and I realize that it will be big enough for me to hide in.

　　"I am coming to find you Little Fox," Ace's voice echoes through the halls of the pack house. "You better pucker up!"

　　Without hesitation I jump into the wardrobe and steady my breathing. I don't want Ace to find me first. I hear the door to the bedroom open and soft footsteps coming inside.

　　"I know you are in here, Little Fox," Ace laughs. "I would know your scent anywhere."

　　Suddenly I hear the lock on the wardrobe click shut and the sound of laughter coming from the outside. The air inside of the wardrobe begins to feel too thick and I let out a terrified scream. Pushing on the doors to the wardrobe they will not budge. They locked me inside.

　　"That is what you get for hiding in my room," Bryce howls with laughter as I continue to push on the doors.

　　"Please let me out," I beg. Tears are streaming down my face. "I promise not to hide in your room ever again."

　　"It is too late," Bryce yells through the heavy wooden doors. "Now you are mine forever. No one will think to look for you here."

　　**End Flashback**

　　The door in front of me swings open and breaks me out of the awful memory of the last time I was in this room. Bryce is standing in front of me with nothing on but a pair of gray sweatpants. His chiseled chest is fully on display.

　　"Are you going to stand out there all day or are you going to come in here and clean my room?"