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

　　Dorothy's laughter stopped abruptly, and she cleared her throat. "Blair, what do you mean by both? You can't be serious."


　　I sighed, knowing this conversation wouldn't be easy. "I am, Dorothy. I'm stuck between them. Gabriel claims to love me and would die for me, but I don't feel the same way. At least not anymore. And Sinclair... well, Sinclair is a whole different story, but in summary, I love Sinclair so much that I'm not willing to let go of what we share..."


　　"Blair, this isn't as complicated as you make it seem. Why don't you just tell Gabriel off, and he won't bother you anymore? " Dorothy said, and I rolled my eyes.


　　"That's not the problem, actually.." I said, and her eyes widened.


　　"There's more?" She asked, and I could see that her curiosity piqued.


　　"They both claim that I have the scent of their luna, and you know what that means..." I said, and her jaws dropped so low that you could fit a whole village inside her mouth.


CHAPTER 62: Howl