Mated To My Three Lycan Bullies

MIA It was 6 p.m. on Friday when I returned from the White Hills Academy. I walked into the white mansion and found my mother, Lucy Anderson, preparing a delicious dinner in the kitchen. "Good evening, Mom," I greeted, striding into the kitchen to meet her. "Welcome, Mia. I'm having some guests visit us today," Mom said, and I frowned. "Who are the guests, Mom?" I asked her. Ever since I got back to this place to live with my mother and gain admission into the academy where she taught, I haven't felt comfortable here. I'm Mia Anderson, a 17-year-old girl. I had lived in London with my father before Mom requested that I apply to gain admission at White Hills Academy. The academy area was sparsely populated, and I had heard the sound of howls at night. It sent chills down my spine to know that we had wolves living around us. "Mia, I know that you are trying hard to get used to this place. But I promise you, you will love it," Mom said as she walked up to meet me and held my hand in hers. "Mom, there's nothing for me to love around here. First, we have the thick forest and wild wolves living around us. Ain't you scared that one of these wolves might jump on you and bite you one day? I feel so scared at night that I cannot sleep, and yet there are people living around us, too," I complained. I was wearing a short blue skirt and a long red sweater with black shoes. "Mia," Mom smiled as she walked around the kitchen to set up the meals she wanted to entertain her guests with. "I understand that you are not happy coming back here. If it weren't for your father traveling from one place to another, you wouldn't have grown up far away from here," Mom said, as she checked the pot of fried rice and chicken that she was setting up for dinner. "Mom, I understand that you love the place: the forest, the waterfall, and the scenery of the green plants surrounding us. But I do not like it. I want to apply for a transfer to return to London. Please, I understand that you and my father got separated, and he has moved on with his life abroad. But this place doesn't suit me," I said, stomping my feet on the ground as my mother smiled and covered the pot of rice she was done cooking. "Look, Mia. There's something that I need to tell you about yourself, before your 18th birthday comes up," Mom said as she walked over to me. She was wearing a short white dress that was barely covering her thighs. She could pass as my elder sister because she was light-skinned and a 36-year-old woman. "What is it, Mom?" I asked her, and she took a deep breath and said, "You are not really a human, Mia." "What?" My eyes widened in shock at her statement. "Mom, if this is a joke, please put an end to it. What is that supposed to mean?" I asked her, and she smiled and held my hands in hers. "You are a werewolf. A Beta wolf," Mom said, and I looked at her face in shock. "Mom, please. I do not understand what you are saying. First, what is a werewolf? Do they exist? You seem to read so many fantasy books that you are now starting to believe that werewolves are real, and they exist among us. Let alone that I am a werewolf, too. Please, Mom. I am not in need of all these jokes. Just let me apply to go back to London. I will call you on the phone, and we can video call every day," I said, knowing that my mother found it hard to let go of me. "Listen to me, Mia. Your father is not human. He was a werewolf like me. But he is a researcher, and that's why he traveled from one place to another working on his research, until he ended up taking you to London to be with him. He refused to allow me to tell you about your life here. But he knew the risk if you did not return to the pack. You could shift one day, and maybe the animal control officers in London may get hold of you and lock you up in a zoo for scaring people," Mom said, and my jaw hit the ground at her revelation. "Mom, you are scaring me right now. What do you mean that I am not human? How is that even possible?" I asked her, and she smiled. Before my mother could say a word, the doorbell rang, and she said, "My guests have arrived, Mia. Do not worry. I will tell you all about it tonight. Your 18th birthday is just a month away, and you need to get prepared to meet your mate and experience your first shift as a werewolf." "What? Mom…" I watched her run to the door to open it. "Come on, Mia. My guests have arrived. Let's go and welcome them." Mom dragged me out of the kitchen to accompany her to welcome her guests. You wouldn't believe that my mother lived in this big duplex all alone. After all, she was the chairwoman at the White Hills Academy. I didn't want to study there, but Mom insisted, and she refused to let me stay in the academy hostel. So I stayed at home with her and followed her to school. I was studying banking, as I wanted to work in a bank in London. Now, I had to live in a pack that was full of wolves. Anxiety crept up my back as my mother and I went to the living room to welcome her guests. She had servants who worked for her and cleaned the house. She was a rich woman, and I was still surprised that she was single. *Why hadn't she remarried? She had a slim figure and nice curves.* Ugh. I grimaced as I looked at the door my mother opened. To my shock, the three bad boys from the White Hills Academy—Luis, Liam, and Leon Oscar—entered the living room. They were triplets wearing white tank tops that revealed their masculine abs, black jeans that hugged their long legs, and a pair of black boots. "What? Mom! What are these three bullies doing here in our house?" I queried her, glaring at the three bad boys from the White Hills Academy.