Chapter 005

MIA'S POV:

My cheeks flushed at the mention of begging for their cọcks. There was no way I would do that.

"Only in your dreams. I will never beg any of you rascals!" I retorted, and they came to meet me, surrounding me with their tall, masculine frames.

"We'll be patient," Liam said.

"What's going on here, boys?" Alpha David appeared by the stairs and saw his three sons surrounding me and making me hot.

"Nothing, Dad. We're only trying to get along with our little sis," Leon spoke first as he swiftly hugged me.

"Isn't that right, little sis?" Leon leaned closer to my left ear and whispered.

My thighs clenched at the intense arousal I felt from Leon's hand on my shoulder, and I looked at Alpha David's face.

I knew this was my chance to tell Alpha David the truth. But how could I be the one to say something that might disappoint my mother?

"Yes, Alpha. I'm only giving them my lectures if they want to be my stepbrothers," I replied.

Alpha David smiled and said, "Alright, Mia. If you have any trouble, report to me."

"Okay, Alpha." I smiled and pried Leon's hand away from my neck as soon as his father left us and went back upstairs to meet my mother.

After Alpha David went to the top floor, I glared at Leon and warned him with a harsh voice, "Don't ever put your hands on me again."

I stormed back into the kitchen, as I couldn't stand there next to them.

My heart raced loudly, and I felt so uncomfortable around them.

"Calm down, Mia," a feminine voice whispered to me, and I turned around, hoping to see who it was, but there was no one behind me. It was just me in the kitchen.

"Who spoke to me just now?" I questioned, my voice trembling, and Leon entered the kitchen. His yellow eyes watched me as he smirked, "It seems like our little sister just found her wolf."

"What? Wolf? Get out! I am not a werewolf," I shrieked, recalling that my mother had told me that I am a werewolf. The thought of me transforming into a wolf sent chills down my spine.

"Relax, Mia. I'm sure you will be a white wolf, given that you have a fair complexion," Leon said, taunting me and drawing near to me, but I moved back.

"Tell me my mother was only joking. There's no such thing as a werewolf, right?" I asked Leon, seeing Luis and Liam standing by the kitchen door and watching me.

Luis smirked and said, "Seems like we need to give her a show. Should I shift?"

"No, Luis. Don't shift," Liam stopped him, but I looked at all three of them confusedly.

My head spun with this newfound revelation. I still couldn't believe that I am a werewolf. There were a lot of things about myself that I didn't know.

But my mother's sharp voice cut through the air as she appeared at the kitchen door.

"What's going on here, Mia? Are you alright? I heard your voice from the top floor. What's going on? Why are you boys in the kitchen with my daughter?" Mom asked, automatically becoming protective of me as she assumed maybe they had bullied me.

"Chairwoman, we're only trying to make your daughter feel comfortable. She screamed just now, and we sensed maybe she had found her wolf," Leon said, his deep voice making me uncomfortable as I trembled in my mother's embrace.

"You three shouldn't scare my daughter about wolves. Mia doesn't know much about our kind, and I don't think that she has found her wolf yet. Are you alright, Mia? Did you hear any voice talk to you?" Mom asked, and I nodded.

"Yes, Mom, I did. She told me to relax, and there was no one here with me in the kitchen before Leon came in," I replied, looking at my mother's face and waiting to hear her opinion.

"Really? Then that means you have found your wolf. I'm so happy for you," Mom hugged me, making my head spin even more.

"Mom, am I really a werewolf? Tell me you're joking?" I asked, tears welling up in my blue eyes, but my mother shook her head.

"It's the truth, Mia. You are a werewolf. Most of us are werewolves here. We have different kinds, and once you turn eighteen, you will meet your mate—more like your boyfriend who will marry you," Mom said, and my face flushed scarlet as I peered at the triplets.

"Chairwoman, can you come and show us to the guest room? We see that Mia is having a hard time, and we need somewhere to relax. Or should we leave?" Leon asked, his eyes watching me curiously as he spoke with my mother.

Mom looked at my face and asked, "Mia, do you want them to stay? Or should they leave? They are your seniors at the Academy, and they can guide you about werewolves and all that you need to know about yourself," Mom said, her voice soft, her hands hugging me close to her chest.

"Mom, I don't feel comfortable around them. Since you're not yet married to their father, it's best they stay away from me until after the wedding. Then I will know they are my stepbrothers, and they won't try anything funny with me," I said sarcastically, not wanting to state the underlying meaning.

Mom frowned as if understanding my point, and she asked me with a stern voice, "Mia, did they try to touch you inappropriately?"

"No, Mom. Just that I still find it hard to get along with them. I will need time." I quickly replied, to clear off any doubt my mother might have about them. I didn't want to trouble her with what I heard Leon and his brothers saying about making me their mate.

Their eyes narrowed at me, as they didn't like what I said.

"It's fine, Chairwoman. We'll take our leave, and you have nothing to worry about. We will treat Mia only as our stepsister and not do anything wrong to her. Goodnight," Leon stated and left the kitchen, followed by his two brothers. I frowned, but I didn't know why I felt this deep ache in my heart.

I wasn't happy that they left my mother's house. I could hear the sound of their cars starting in the garage, and they drove off.

"Mom, did I do anything wrong to offend them? Why do I feel unhappy that they left our house?" I asked her, tears welling up in my blue eyes. She looked at my face as she still hugged me closely.

"It's fine, Mia. Come to the living room. Let me talk to you about our kind and show you some photos. That will make you feel comfortable, alright. Come." Mom led me out of the kitchen, as she led me to the living room to have a seat.

"I'll be back. Let me go and get the photo album and show it to you," Mom said, her voice calm as she went upstairs to her room.