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

　　Alone in the desolate room, I paced back and forth, consumed by dark thoughts. My mind raced with visions of Father's wrath descending upon Blair. He'd seize this chance to blame her for my disappearance, tormenting her innocence.


　　A burning vow formed within me: if I find even a scratch on Blair's body, vengeance will be merciless. The goddess has pity on those responsible for my captivity. Places would burn down.


　　I glared at the steel door, envisioning my escape. Confidence surged through me - I could break free and accelerate my release. Taking a few strides back, I positioned myself, then sprinted toward the door with all my might. My shoulder and arms absorbed the impact, but the door refused to yield.


　　The force of the collision sent me crashing backward, and I landed awkwardly on the chair that had once held me captive. The wooden frame shattered beneath me, its fragments scraping against the cold floor.


CHAPTER 126: Rage.