Their Christmas Gift

Mate...s!?

Ariah pov

Letting out a small sigh, I lie here feeling the most relaxed I've ever felt in my life. It's so warm, so comfy.

It's weird, though. I don't remember falling asleep, infact I don't remember anything after arriving at the ball!

Sitting up in a panic, I try to work out where I am. This room is massive, from what I can see, but it's dark and must still be night. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, I can see it's only five am. I try and take in my surroundings, though the room is very dark. A small lamp in the corner of the room casts a soft glow, allowing me to see just enough to know I am in a huge, king-sized bed with navy satin sheets and a soft fluffy comforter The room looks quite empty except for an oak desk and a leather couch and coffee table, all giving a very masculine vibe with the look of the oak and navy accents across the room.

I wonder where I am and who this room belongs to. It doesn't take long, and my bladder has decided to wake up, too, noticing a door to the right of me, I stand hoping it is a bathroom.

Tiptoeing my way over, I turn the handle and flick the light switch. Relief washes over me when I see the large ensuite and nobody inside. Taking a moment to admire the space with a large rainfall shower and enormous marble bathtub in the centre of the room.

Quickly, I do my business so I can get back into bed in case someone comes in. Just as I am climbing back into bed, I hear a low whisper of voices outside the bedroom door. Fear starts to take over as I wonder who is out there, I hope whoever it is aren't here to hurt me, although I can't imagine they would keep me in such a nice room if they were.

I close my eyes and pretend I'm asleep right as the door swings open.

Trying to keep them closed, I listen as the sound of three deep male voices grow louder. As they get closer, I am overcome with the intoxicating scent of brown sugar and sandlewood. No longer able to keep my eyes closed, I try to squint in an attempt to see who is here with me.

Three hulking figures stand at the end of the bed, and I blink a few times to see clearly, and I can't help but gasp at the men in front of me. Our packs Alpha's, Dexter, Deakin, and Dane stand at the foot of the bed, their identical green eyes glued to me.

" Looks like our mate is awake." The one I recognise as Dexter says in a low rumble.

For identical triplets, it's funny how easily you can tell them apart. Dexter has neat black hair, faded on the sides, and slicked back on top with a five o'clock shadow. Deakin, being the feard warrior that he is, has long black hair tied up in a bun that I want to let down and run my fingers through. He gives off a dominant and almost dangerous aura with his short dark facial hair and tattoos covering his neck.

Dane, still as sexy as his brothers, gives of a far more gentle and caring energy, clean shaven and not quite black hair like his brothers, falls in messy curls around his face.

Sucking in a breath, I try not to look terrified as I take in the intimidating men before me. That's when the memory comes back.

Last night....the ball.....them.....my MATES?

A sudden gasp leaves me at the memory, and Dane is at my side in an instant. " What's wrong, Ariah? I'm sorry if we scared you, but you gave us such a fright when you fainted." He gives me a gentle smile as he strokes along my cheek with his thumb. " I promise we are not going to hurt you. Do you remember anything from last night?" I can see a glimmer of nervousness in his eyes.

" Y.. you..... are my......my.....Mates." I manage to get out in barely a whisper.

" Wait! my parents! my brother! they will be worried sick." Oh no, I wonder if they are out looking for me? I've never spent a night away from them. Even as a pup, I wasn't allowed sleepovers, Dad said it wasn't safe for me.

" It's ok, little one. They know you are here and safe." The way Deakin says that sends a shiver through me.

" Out of curiosity, just how old are you, little one?" Why does he keep calling me that? and why is it making me feel like this? My body is heating up at Deakins' words, and I need to get myself under control.

" I......I'm eighteen, but only just. I still haven't had my first shift yet. H... how old are you Alpha's?"

Just looking at them, I know they are at least mid twenties, and that makes me nervous.

" We are twenty-eight, Ariah. I hope the age gap doesn't disappoint you too much, but just know we have been waiting for you to appear all these years, and we won't be letting you go for something as insignificant as that." I can hear the seriousness in Dexters voice, but instead of it making me scared, it does something else to me entirely.

" What if I'm not what you are hoping for? I'm not experienced.....at all. I'm sure you were expecting someone better, perhaps an Alpha's daughter? not me." I can't understand why the Moon Goddess would choose me? I'm clumsy, I get excited too easily, and I have way too much energy to sit and be a 'lady' all day. I am good at fighting. My dad and brother have been training me since I was a pup, but I'm not sure that is a useful skill for a luna.

" Don't overthink it, little one. The Moon Goddess never does anything without a reason, and if she's given you to us, then there is a reason for that. Now get ready. Breakfast will be served soon."

Deakin gives no room for argument as he smiles and leaves the room along with Dexter.

" What am I supposed to wear? All my things are at home." I mutter to myself.

" We had all you belongings brought here last night. All your clothes are neatly in the walk-in over there." Dane points and gives me an unsure look, as if waiting for me to get upset.

" Oh...umm.. Thank you, Alpha Dane. That's very kind." Well, at least I can put something comfortable on.

" Enough with the Alpha, sweetness. We are your mates, and that makes us equals. So please just call me Dane...... or hot stuff if you'd prefer." Giving me a wink, Dane leaves with a cocky smirk.

Ass!

Walking into the closet, I find all my things neatly hung and packed away. I find a pair of black yoga pants and a baby blue crop top, not feeling the need to dress up. Tying my waist length, blonde locks into a messy bun, I quickly add some mascara and a swipe of lip gloss, deciding that's good enough for breakfast.

I guess it's time to head down and start the first day of my future....