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 rolled over on my bed and aggressively hit my bedside alarm. Setting that alarm was entirely a terrible idea because there's really nothing to do this morning other than make breakfast.


　　"Another day to put up with three grown men," I said and stretched on the bed a few times before going into the bathroom to freshen up.


　　"Miss Blair, Hurry down!" Someone yelled from downstairs, and I quickly washed off the soap from body, wrapped my robe around my wet body, and rushed downstairs to find out what the matter was.


　　"Caleb, what happened?" I asked as I hurried down the stairs, but it wasn't Caleb that I met when I got down.


　　"I see you're fond of Caleb and Gabriel, but not of me," Sinclair said and took a sip from the glass of wine in his hand.


　　"What do you want, Sinclair?" I asked as I slowly started getting upset.


　　"Good morning to you too, Miss Blair. Anyways, I just wanted to know what I'll be having for breakfast, " he replied, and I fumed.


CHAPTER 8: Getting On My Nerves