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 couldn't explain the joy that had completely swallowed me as I buried my face deep in Sinclair's chest. I didn't want to let go until the damp area of his shirt soaked up my face, and I slowly lifted my head.


　　"How long have you been waiting to soak my shirt?" He teased and moved my hair away from my face.


　　"Wait... you can't be seen here, Sinclair. What about your father?" I asked and looked around, but he pulled me to a corner of the dungeon.


　　"Do you trust me?" He asked, and I ran my hands over his worried face.


　　"Of course, Sinclair, I do." I replied, still unaware of why that question was necessary at a time like this.


　　"Good," he muttered back and pulled me by my arm towards the door. I panicked, but then I remembered whose care I was under, and I calmed myself down.


　　"But the guards..." I whispered as we left the dungeon, and they all surrounded us.


CHAPTER 102: The escape