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 woke up the next morning hoping that what happened between Sinclair and I was just a dream, but the terrible cold I woke up with assured me that it was indeed neither my imagination nor a dream.


　　Sinclair, who was always on my neck and who I constantly bickered with, danced in the rain with me and even shared a romantic moment.


　　"It has to be a lucid nightmare," I whispered.


　　It replayed in my head a few more times while I sat in bed, but the craziest part was what happened with Gabriel. It replayed in my head too, like a broken record.


　　How was I supposed to live in the house with two men who have made sexual utterances at me? Did they see me as a sex toy or an object to satisfy their sexual desires?


　　First Gabriel, now Sinclair. Who is next? Caleb?


　　The thought of it made my headache, and I fell back on the bed. It wouldn’t be so bad if I skipped making breakfast. I knew I needed the rest, but it was close to impossible.


CHAPTER 13: Rejected