My protective Alphas.

Lola Packerman. A young, straight A student who spent all of her time focused on nothing but her studies. A poor girl, from a rough and ragged background. She dedicated her childhood life into her education, and nothing more. Constantly telling herself that she would be better than her parents, and her education would take her further than their drug money ever did.  Lola, when not knee-deep into her studies, spent her time working in a Cafe, working as a waitress. Her uniform short, simple, slutty. Leading the poor underaged, innocent flower to be harassed daily by old men with their impatient wives, bored of the 50 year old relationship that they implored onto themselves as a child, and never found a way to leave.  Every day, without fail, 3 young boys, identical in looks, strolled into her cafe, each with a girl latched tightly onto their arm. The girl would change every 2 months or so, or whenever the boys got bored of that current girl, and wanted a new challenge. Lola never showed her disgust to them, but made it clear with the faces she put on when her back was to them. She gritted her teeth when taking their order, and always put too much salt on their chips, though that never stopped them, they just ordered more drinks.  Some days, Lola would request for another waitress or waiter to take their order, and every time they'd return complaining that the boys on the table asked specifically for her. It was the worst part of her day, knowing she'd have to return home and implore the rest of her night into her studies to maintain her grades, whilst these boys got to lounge around and f**k who they wanted, when they wanted to, just because their father was the "alpha" of their werewolf pack. Which unfortunately meant, the boys had the pleasure of being the future Alphas bestowed onto them.  Unfortunately, Lola was forced into work on her birthday, as everyone else refused to. But it was also the triplets birthdays, which meant people would brush her aside and ignore her, on the only day she cared about celebrating. But the one good thing to come from this is that Lola could shift into her wolf form as soon as she turned 18, on Friday, and she could finally start the search for her mate.  The triplets were already 18, and constantly on the hunt to find their mates, or mate. Being from the same fertilised gamete, they all were destined to have one mate.  Girls constantly prayed that it was them, as having three men would be a dream, especially when those three men are rich.  Lola rolled her eyes at any mention of the alpha triplets by now, she knew how they really acted, and she despised them, and realistically she just wanted them to leave her alone, and let her work, but they never wanted to.  / On the day of her eighteenth birthday, Lola was washing cutlery in the kitchen of the Cafe when she got a scent of cookies filling her nostrils. She took a deep breath and purred a little. "That... is a lovely smell." She walked to the chef and tilted her head. "Chef?" She asked, once he glanced in her direction, she continued. "Are you baking?" She asked. The chef chuckled and shook his head.  "No, child, why?" He asked, preparing a stash of potatoes to be cut and prepared into fries.  "I just got a scent of cookies, and it smelled amazing! I was just wondering if you were baking, so I could compliment them." Lola said softly. She then looked puzzled. "If you weren't baking, then who was?" Lola asked.  "No one is. Lola. Now get back to work." The chef said, before turning back to his stack of endless potatoes.  Lola sighed and got back to washing cutlery, trying to ignore the heavy, sweet scent of cookies that filled her nostrils like a soft aroma of tropical adventures and holidays. After washing a few more knives and forks, Lola noticed the scent had disappeared and she frowned. She was glad she could focus on her job, but devastated that the sweet scent was gone.  She finished the cutlery and dished them out on the tables for the first round of customers, before returning to her position behind the counter, preparing the coffee machine and blenders to make as many drinks as she could. People would be celebrating heavily today, as the future Alphas of their pack turned eighteen. Yet, Lola had to spend her own eighteenth birthday working at a cafe to afford her education. She rolled her eyes as the radio broadcasted constant updates on the triplets.  Then it crossed her mind. The triplets, they'd be in her cafe later today, surely, it was a daily routine. She looked furious, one waitress for a cafe with 26 tables, on the busiest day EVER!  Lola frowned and buried her head in her hands, before being hit by the sudden chiming of the cafe clock.  One toll. Two tolls.  Three.... Four.  The clock struck 12 and the cafe doors burst open, with a queue that stretched out to the car park of the small, shabby cafe. "Who's first?" Lola asked, trying not to cry, this was her day to celebrate, yet she was doing so by dealing with aggressive wolves and desperate bitches trying to find the triplets, to see if they were compatible.  This is going to be the worst day. Ever. Lola thought to herself.