Whether you like it or not, Blair, you will have us buried inside of you one day," Sinclair whispered into my ear. The feeling of his hot breath against my skin sent shivers down my spine.
I gulped, trying to gather my thoughts.Before I could react, I felt a cold hand on my arm, trailing up to my shoulder and then unzipping my gown. The gown fell to the ground, leaving me naked except for my bra and panties. I instinctively covered my bra with my hands, inadvertently revealing a large portion of my breasts. 
However, the hand grabbed my hands and turned me to face him. I was captivated by his blue eyes."Omg! What is happening to me?"He moved closer, his breath brushing against my skin. "How about we bury ourselves inside you today, my love?" Gabriel said with a smirk."No, please," I pleaded."No?" Another voice, with a hint of laughter, came from behind me. "Your body's response suggests otherwise, Blair. Just come to us willingly, it's inevitable as we are your mates," Caleb, the third alpha I was supposed to be babysitting, said.
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My mother and I are rogues, having fled from our pack when it was being ambushed. We took refuge in another pack, but despite living there for ages, we were treated and considered outsiders. 
However, as if the moon goddess heard my mother's prayers, we have been given a chance to become true citizens of the pack. If only I take care of the sons of Alphas of the three most powerful packs until their assignment is done and they pass the stage to become the next Alphas of their respective packs, how hard can it be? And what are the odds that all three will be my mates?

Babysitting My Three Mates

　　I finally found both my voice and my feet after they all walked away, laughing about something Sinclair said.


　　"This is more of a punishment than a duty," I muttered to myself and dragged the vacuum into the house.


　　"Miss babysitter, please make arrangements for lunch. I'm so famished, and I'm certain you know why," Sinclair said from upstairs, and I clenched my fists in annoyance.


　　"I'm not your maid, and my name is Blair!" I replied and stomped into the living room where all the clothes, panties, and bras lay everywhere. I hissed and put on some rubber gloves before carefully picking up everything and dumping them in the trash bag.


　　"Careful with those," Sinclair said again as he walked in on me holding up one of the bras.


　　"Well, tell your lover to hold on to her stuff or better still, not wear them at all," I snapped back and threw it into the trash bag. I ignored his presence and went on vacuuming the living room.


CHAPTER 6: Gabriel(1)