A Breeder for the triplets

Eden I stood in the large ballroom of the Vandenburg Triplets mansion along with the other girls who had made it this far. There were ten of us left, having been whittled down from over two hundred desperate souls like me. I bet we each had our reasons for being here, the money and benefits being a huge one. To give up at least a year of your life and the right to your child or children, and to sully yourself for your future life was not something you did on a whim. I had my priorities straight, I was doing this for Elouise. This was the longest we had to wait and I was growing weary. I eyed the ornate chairs that lined the walls and wondered how much of a faux pas it would be to go and sit down on one. We had all been poked and prodded throughout the three-day selection process, had blood drawn, our uteruses scanned, checked to ensure we were intact, and asked countless questions about our medical and family history. Any smokers were immediately out, and once the blood results came back a huge chunk had left. Every girl was an omega, naturally more petite, curvy and pleasing to the eye. In the room were five blonde-haired blue-eyed girls who had flocked together, a raven-haired violet-eyed beauty, a couple of brunettes, a flame-haired translucent-skinned otherworldly omega and me. I was slimmer than your typical omega, but I still just about filled out a bra and although my butt and hips weren't that big they were nice and rounded. My eyes were my best feature, or so I am told—the colour of a vibrant Christmas tree and large in my face, framed by curled lashes that did not need mascara. My auburn hair was a bit unruly, falling in soft waves around my face, styled the best I could do by myself. I just hoped they didn't discount me because my hips were deemed too small for childbirth. My younger sister Elouise was counting on the money I would get from this for her life-saving treatment. Nothing else mattered. I wasn't one of those omegas who dreamed of happy families. After this, I planned to study veterinary science - I already had the grades and could apply when all this was finished. The door to the ballroom opens and the officious Beta secretary, Mrs Hobbs comes in. She has her ever-present clipboard with her. I swallow with apprehension and virtually cross my fingers. "Hannah, Callie, Megan and Eden, follow me. The rest of you, thank you very much for your time but you have not been selected." I let out a breath and I follow Mrs Hobbs. I hear a quiet sob behind me, and I keep my eyes straight ahead. I'm just grateful it isn't me. There is no room for emotion as we head up a staircase that isn't as grand as the rest of the house. At the top of the stairs, we go left into a room where we can finally rest on soft floor cushions and blankets. I burrow down into the cushion and snuggle a blanket around my shoulders, tucking my feet under. I've been cold all day today, despite the heating that's been radiating throughout the house and my jeans and sweater. It was then I noticed that one wall was dominated by a large mirror, which I hazard a guess is two-way, meaning any number of people could see us, but we couldn't see them. Megan was the black-haired girl, Callie and Hannah were blonde and they sat timidly at the edge of a cushion. I sat slightly straighter knowing I was being watched.