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

　　Sinclair helped me clear the table while Caleb volunteered to take care of the dishes. I made my way upstairs to my room so I could finally enjoy the sleep I was long deprived of.


　　My eyes were weary and sore from all those sleepless nights in that shithole. So the moment my body touched down on the bed, I fell into the dream world.


　　The refreshing smell of cinnamon green tea lingered in my nose as I slowly opened my eyes, recoiling from my sleeping position to see where that smell was coming from.


　　"Good morning, Blair.." The voice came, and I rubbed my eyes with my palms.


　　"Caleb?" I thought to myself as I slowly turned on the bedside lamp to see his face. I checked the time, and it was barely a few minutes past 6am.


　　"What are you doing here?" I asked abruptly, pulling my legs closer to my chest.


CHAPTER 112: Respite