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

　　Hours passed, and there was no call from Sinclair, not even a text message. I got extremely worried thinking of the possible problems he could be facing from his parents and pack entirely because of me and my delusional self.


　　In what world did I think Sinclair and I could be together? Why do I keep letting my emotions get the best of me, and now he's probably suffering because of me?


　　I blame that big-mouthed Gabriel; I can't believe I used to have a crush on him. What exactly did he have to gain by putting me through such hell? He made it clear that he didn't want me, and Agatha has also made it clear that he belongs to her, but he doesn't want me to be happy, or don't I deserve love at least?


　　"Arrgghhhh!" I screamed, running my fingers through my hair, and immediately there was a knock on the door. I quickly put my mood in check before going to open it.


CHAPTER 24: Reconciliation