Mated To My Three Lycan Bullies

MIA A black car pulled into the parking lot, and I stepped out, walking into the mansion. In the kitchen, I found my mother, Lucy Anderson, preparing dinner. “Good evening, Mom,” I said, striding in to embrace her. “Welcome home, Mia. We have guests visiting today,” Mom replied. I stared at her face. “Mom, who are the guests?” I asked, frowning. Ever since I returned to live with her and enrolled in the academy where she teaches, I still couldn’t feel comfortable here. I was Mia Anderson, a seventeen-year-old girl. I had lived in London with my father, Rafael Anderson, before Mom asked me to apply to White Hills Academy. The academy’s area was sparsely populated, and I had often heard the howls of wolves at night. The thought of wolves living nearby sent chills down my spine. “Mia, I know you’re trying hard to adjust,” Mom said, walking up to me and taking my hand. “But I promise, you’ll love it here.” “There’s nothing to love! We have woods, forests, and wolves all around us. Aren’t you afraid one might attack you someday? I’m so scared at night I can’t sleep—and yet, people live here too!” I complained. I wore a short blue skirt and a long red sweater with black shoes. Mom smiled as she moved around the kitchen, setting out the delicious meal she had prepared for her guests. “Mia, I understand you’re unhappy being back here,” she said, checking the pot of rice and chicken she had cooked for dinner. “If your father hadn’t traveled constantly, you wouldn’t have grown up so far away.” “Mom, I know you love this place—the forest, the waterfall, the greenery—but I don’t. I want to apply for a transfer back to London. I understand you and Dad separated, and he’s moved on, but this place doesn’t suit me.” I stomped my foot, and Mom smiled, covering the pot of rice. “Look, Mia, there’s something I need to tell you about yourself before your eighteenth birthday,” she said, walking closer. She wore a short white dress that barely covered her thighs. With her light skin and youthful appearance, she could pass for my older sister, though she was thirty-six. “What is it, Mom?” I asked. She took a deep breath and said, “You’re not really human, Mia.” “What?” My eyes widened in shock. “Mom, if this is a joke, please end it. What does that even mean?” I pressed. She smiled and held my hands. “You’re a werewolf. A Beta wolf.” I stared at her, stunned. “Mom, I don’t understand. What is a werewolf? Do they even exist? Have you been reading too many fantasy books? Now you believe werewolves are real—and that I’m one too? Please, Mom, I don’t need these jokes. Just let me transfer back to London. I’ll call you every day, and we can video chat.” Mom’s expression turned serious. “Listen, Mia. Your father isn’t human either. He’s a werewolf, like me. But he’s a researcher, which is why he traveled so much. He took you to London to be with him and refused to let me tell you the truth. But he knew the risks—if you didn’t return to the pack, you might shift one day. The animal control in London could capture you and lock you in a zoo for scaring people.” My jaw hit the floor. “Mom, you’re terrifying me. What do you mean I’m not human? How is that even possible?” I asked. She sighed sadly. Before she could answer, the doorbell rang. Mom smiled. “Our guests have arrived. Don’t worry, Mia. I’ll explain everything tonight. Your eighteenth birthday is in a month, and you need to prepare to meet your mate—and experience your first shift as a werewolf.” “What? Mom—” I watched as she rushed to the door. “Come on, Mia, my guests have arrived. Let’s greet them,” she said, dragging me from the kitchen. You wouldn’t believe my mother lived in this huge duplex alone. After all, she was the principal of White Hills Academy. I hadn’t wanted to study there, but she insisted—and refused to let me stay in the academy’s hostel. So, I lived at home with her and followed her to school every day. I was studying banking because I wanted to work in a London bank. Now, I had to live in a pack full of wolves. Anxiety crept up my spine as Mom and I entered the living room to greet her guests. She had servants who cleaned the house for her. She was a wealthy woman, and I still wondered why she remained single. With her slim figure and nice curves, why hadn’t she remarried? “Hmm,” I sighed as I watched her open the door. To my shock, the three bad boys from White Hills Academy—Luis, Liam, and Leon Oscar—walked in. They were triplets, wearing white tank tops that revealed their muscular abs, black jeans that hugged their tall legs, and black boots. “What? Mom! What are these three bullies doing in our house?” I demanded, glaring at them.