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

　　For the first time in my life, I was unsure of my own decisions, and I had my doubts about Blair being my mate. But at the same time, your scent can't really fail you.


　　I waited at the PineGrove pack for Sinclair to show up after his mother called and I knew he was going to try to pick a fight with me, but in all honesty, I just wanted to be clarified.


　　Sinclair's car pulled over in the parking lot, and his heavy steps showed how much anger was flowing through his veins.


　　"He's here," I said to his mother, and she finished up the glass of wine she was having before walking to the door.


　　"Greetings, mother," he said in what didn't sound louder than a mutter.


　　"Keep those greetings to yourself, Sinclair Blackwood." His mother replied and returned to her seat.


CHAPTER 54: Borderline