Chapter 5

Mia's POV:

My cheeks flushed at the mention of begging for their cócks. "There's no way I would do that," I replied to Leon coldly, since he was the oldest of the triplets.

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

"We’ll be patient, Mia," Liam said, drawing his face closer to mine.

"What’s going on here, boys?" Alpha David appeared at the top of the stairs balcony and saw his three sons surrounding me like predators, making me feel hot.

"Nothing, Dad. We’re only trying to get along with our little sis," Leon replied as he swiftly hugged me, placing his right arm over my shoulder, and I froze.

"Isn’t that right, little sis?" Leon asked, leaning closer to my left ear, an inch away from my red face.

I knew this was my chance to tell Alpha David the truth, but how could I say something that might disappoint my mother?

"Yes, Alpha. I’m only giving them my warning if they want to be my brothers," I replied, my thighs clenching at the intense arousal I felt from Leon’s hand on my shoulder.

I looked at Alpha David’s face, which was filled with suspicion, and it relaxed.

"Alright, Mia. If you have any complaints about my sons, you should report to me. Okay?" His eyes softened with concern.

"Okay, Alpha. Goodnight," I replied, subtly pushing Leon’s hand from my shoulder. His father turned and went back into the room on the top floor to meet my mother.

After Alpha David walked away to meet my mother, I glared at Leon and warned him with a stern voice, "Don't ever put your hands on me again."

I ran back into the kitchen, as I couldn't stand to be around them. My heart was racing faster, beads of sweat formed on my forehead, and I felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Calm down, Mia," a feminine voice whispered to me, and I shrieked, turning around in the kitchen 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 demanded, my voice trembling, and then Leon entered the kitchen. His yellow eyes watched me as he said, "It seems like our little sister just found her wolf."

"What? Wolf?" I trembled as the word sank in.

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

"Relax, Mia. I'm sure you'll be a white wolf, given your fair complexion," Leon said, taunting me further as he drew nearer in the kitchen, but I moved back.

"Tell me you're joking and that my mother was only joking too," I demanded from Leon.

"There's no such thing as werewolves, right? They don't exist, right?" I asked Leon, seeing Luis and Liam standing by the kitchen door and looking at me with concern.

Luis smiled and said, "Seems like we need to give her a show, Triple L. Should I shape-shift? What do you think?"

"No, Luis. Don't shift," Liam snapped, but I looked at all three of them in confusion.

My head was spinning with the newfound revelation that I had a wolf. I couldn't believe I was truly a werewolf. It all felt like a lie, a dream, but it was my reality, and there was a lot about myself that I did not know. But my mother's voice cut through the air as she appeared at the kitchen door and rushed over to me.

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

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

"Mia, have you found your wolf? Is that true?" Mom asked, peering at my face.

"I don't know," I shook my head, tears brimming in my eyes.

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

Mom's eyes widened as she looked at me. "Really? Then that means you have found your wolf. I am so happy for you," she hugged me tightly, making my head spin even more.

"Mom, am I really a werewolf? Tell me you're joking," I asked, tears flowing down my cheeks, but my mother shook her head.

"It's the truth, Mia. You are a werewolf like me. Most of us here are werewolves. We just live like humans. We have different breeds of wolves, and once you turn 18 years old, you will meet your mate, your boyfriend who will marry you," she said with joy, and my face flushed at the thought of finding my mate. However, I glanced at Leon, Luis, and Liam—the Triple L. Their faces peered at me with a smile.

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

Mom looked at me and asked, "Mia, do you want them to stay? Or should they leave our house? They are your seniors at the academy, and they can guide you about werewolves and all that you need to know about yourself."

"No, Mom. I don't feel comfortable around them. Since you are 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 will not try anything funny with me," I said, my voice lacking warmth and not wanting to state the underlying meaning.

However, Mom frowned as she understood my point. She asked me sternly, "Mia, did they try to touch you inappropriately?"

"No, Mom, it's just that I still find it hard to get along with them. I will need time to process this," I said quickly, to clear any doubt my mother had about them. I didn't want to trouble her with what I had heard Leon and his brothers saying about making me their mate. Their eyes looked at me angrily, as they didn't like what I said.

"It's fine, Chairwoman. We'll take our leave, since Mia doesn't want us here. And you have nothing to worry about. We'll treat Mia only as our sister and not do anything wrong to her. Goodnight, Ma'am," Leon said, his tone laced with bitterness as he turned and left the kitchen first, followed by his two brothers.

I frowned, but I didn't know why I felt this deep ache in my heart. My chest hurt, watching them leave the kitchen. I should have been happy, but I was sad.

The sound of their cars starting in the garage caught my attention, and my mother hugged me to her chest.

"It's okay, Mia. You'll be fine," she whispered to me, and I nodded. "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 eyes.

Mom looked at my face as she was still hugging me closely. "It's fine. 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," she held my left hand and led me out of the kitchen to the living room to sit on one of the couches.

The living room was furnished with seven black couches, a flat-screen television, and a home theater system.

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