Mated To My Three Lycan Bullies
Mom hugged me, making my head spin even more.
“Mom, am I really a werewolf? Tell me you are joking,” I said, tears welling up in my eyes, but my mother shook her head.
“It’s the truth, Mia. You are a werewolf. Most of us are wolves here. We have different wolves, and once you turn 18 years old, you will meet your mate. More like your boyfriend, who will marry you,” Mom said, and my face flushed scarlet as I peered at Triplet L. They smiled, watching me.