Rejected, Pregnant, and Claimed by Three Alphas

We're just 30 minutes into my Merfolk physiology class and I'm beyond bored and tired. Most times, I feel like I made a mistake choosing to major in Supernatural Physiology. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I literally would rather watch paint dry.“Vee… Miss Vee, can you hear me?”I feel a tap on my lap and it's from Briana. I'm immediately jolted back to reality, and I can feel every eye in the room on me.“Yes, professor.” I answer sheepishly.“I've been calling you for the past five minutes. Where in the mythical realms did your mind wander off to?”“Anywhere but here, professor.” I think to myself, and I can feel my wolf let out a tiny yip at that.“I'm sorry, professor.” I say while trying really hard not to roll my eyes.“You better be. Please pay attention in my class.”“Yes, sir.”And just like that, Professor Blackburn is back to teaching about the respiratory adaptations of merfolk.“Depending on the air quality, merfolks develop differently. Some learn to br

I get to my room, shut the door, and lean back against it. “What the hell was that?” I say to myself. “Maybe he didn't see me?” But deep down, I know he did. I walk to my dresser and place my breakfast on it, take out my phone, and then plop onto the bed. I shoot Jax a quick text. Me: “Hey babe, Gm. Are you good?” He reads it. I see a text bubble, but then it disappears. I wait a full five minutes, but no reply comes in. At this point, I can feel my hands getting clammy and my body getting hot. I send out another text. Me: “Did I do something wrong? Pls talk to me.” I wait a few more minutes, and still no response. I take a few deep breaths, toss my phone to the side, and grab my coffee. I take a few sips, but I've completely lost my appetite. I hear my notification go off and immediately dive to grab my phone. But it's a text from Briana and my departmental group chat. I feel my heart sink even further. I think of hurling the phone to the side, but I decide against it. I

It's the night of the party, and I'm in Bri's room getting ready. There are a bunch of other girls here too, and the place is low-key rowdy, but it helps me take my mind off the past few days.“Girl, what do you think about these low-rise jeans!? I think they look good on me.” Says a red-haired siren girl whose name I can't remember.“Damn, girl, that shi is fire. Mark would definitely be jealous.” Says another siren girl with dark hair.From their brief discussion, I learn that Mark is her ex, who dumped her for a new elf girl in their class, and she's going to the party to make him jealous.My makeup is already done, and I'm already wearing my outfit for the night: a pink dress that accentuates my figure and light accessories. I don't want to do too much, as I'm already irritable from the upcoming full moon.I've already finished Bri's hair, and I did a fantastic job, if I do say so myself.After a few minutes of haggling and giggles, we take some shots and then head out for the par

Before I can say anything, Bri rushes out and stands between them and me.“You've got some guts coming here after the shit you pulled.”“Step aside, Ms Ghouldin. We're here on important werewolf matters, and I'm sure you're not one of them.” Professor Claude says, giving Bri a condescending look.Bri refuses to back down.“Shortie. Just step aside.” I say, my voice feeling foreign and scratchy.“Please.”I add it because I can feel a headache rising, and I can already see the veins on the professor's neck pulsing.Bri finally yields and steps aside.“We'd like to talk to her alone.” The professor says.“I'm not going anywhere. You either talk here or you leave.”“This is an important matter, and it only concerns werewolves.”“It could concern the gods and every fae in this realm, and I'd still not budge. I'm not leaving you guys alone with her, especially with that asshole here.”“Are you threatening…”The professor is interrupted by one of the elders, an older woman with pale hair an

After a solid minute or two of Bri beating the shit out of him, I called her off in a bid not to escalate things.“Yo, shortie. It's okay.”With great resistance, Bri stopped. I could still see her jaw tighten and her fist open and close in a way I knew all too well.She was mad. Enraged.I'd only seen this side of her once before, when a group of incel boys thought it was funny to mock her hybrid origins in front of the entire campus.The boys ended up in the emergency room over the course of a week.Everybody knew it was Bri, but nobody had the guts to point it out.“Jeez. You really pack quite a punch... for a girl,” Jax said, straightening his top and dusting an invisible trail of dirt from his clothes.I could see him wince a little, but he hid it well.“What the fuck do you want? Haven't you done enough?” I asked with every ounce of hate and bitterness I could muster.“Chill, babes. I'm not here to fight.”“Chill? Jax, I'm in a fucking hospital because of you. How, pray tell, am