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

　　As the last person departed, I grew increasingly frustrated, scanning the empty space for any sign of Sinclair. But he was nowhere to be found. My patience was wearing thin, and annoyance began to simmer beneath the surface.


　　I pulled out my phone and booked a ride home, already mentally preparing myself for the confrontation when I finally tracked him down.


　　I tried calling him, but it rang only once before going straight to an unavailable line. The abrupt disconnect only added to my irritation. I tried again, but the result was the same.


　　Logically, I knew I had no reason to worry. Sinclair was more than capable of taking care of himself. He'd proven that time and again. Yet, despite my rational thinking, a nagging sense of uncertainty lingered. Where was he? And why hadn't he bothered to let me know he was leaving?


CHAPTER 124: Where is Sinclair?