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

　　Not so long after Sinclair and Gabriel were taken away from there, a group of workers arrived to tidy up the living room and replace the destroyed furniture.


　　The smoke alarm went off almost immediately after I took the first few steps up the stairs, and I remembered that I had something in the oven.


　　"Fuck!" I cursed as I darted into the kitchen to check on my dish and I wasn't so surprised as I pulled out the tray from the oven with the supposed roast chicken, burnt to a crisp.


　　"So much for trying to make dinner," I mumbled to myself as I opened all the windows to let fresh air in and stop the alarm from blaring.


　　I already lost my appetite anyway, and Zira didn't seem like someone whose belly would be open for any meals at the moment, seeing that she had lost the love of her life.


CHAPTER 135: Memory wipe