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

　　Earlier today, I swore not to get myself involved in anything that concerned the three men I'm babysitting, but after Sinclair returned and I watched him put Agatha off, I felt maybe not all of them deserved the resentment I was harboring.


　　But after my concerns with him that obviously didn't end well, I went back to my decision and this time there isn't any going back.


　　"What's for dinner, miss 'I'm-not-a-maid'?" Agatha asked as she walked into the kitchen, but I didn't bother looking up because she doesn't deserve as much as an ounce of my attention.


　　"I'm sure those lips of yours can do better if you use them properly," she said again and threw a handful of cherries from the fruit bowl into her mouth.


　　I ignored her and carefully marinated the chicken in front of me. My silence annoyed her, and I loved it.


CHAPTER 19: Harder Than I Thought