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'm convinced Alpha Atlas just wants to punish me for embarrassing his family and his entire clan on the day of the Moon Festival. There's really no logical reason for him to ask me to reject both proposals and still remain in this house with them!


　　As I stirred the boiling pot on the cooker, my head continued spinning in different directions, and I was still unaware of what I was doing.


　　"You might want to focus on your pot, Blair," Caleb's hoarse voice interrupted my thoughts, and I jolted back to the present.


　　"What's that burning smell?" I asked myself and realized it was coming from my pot.


　　"Shit," I cursed under my breath and quickly took it off the stove. I looked over my shoulder to see if Caleb was still in the kitchen, and he was standing there, eyes glued to me.


CHAPTER 83: Punished