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 strained to process the words, wondering if I'd misheard. But the gravity of the mistake was too stark to ignore. "Did you just say my father's name?" I demanded, seeking clarification, my voice low and even.


　　The man exchanged nervous glances with his companions, realizing his lapse. His eyes darted back to mine, and for an instant, I saw a flicker of apprehension. But he swiftly regained composure.


　　"Indeed," he continued, his tone steady once more, "now you understand. Your father, Alpha Atlas, will do whatever it takes to get what he wants."


　　I scoffed, repelled by the naivety that fueled this human's words. "You truly believe I care about what my father wants?" My tone dripped with disdain, and I took a deliberate step closer.


　　"You think you can leverage his name and expect me to cower? You're either ignorant or desperate." My gaze swept across the room, meeting the eyes of each person present.


CHAPTER 127: That darn alpha