Mated To My Three Lycan Bullies

Chapter 1

MIA:

When I returned from White Hills Academy, I stepped into the white mansion and found my mother, Lucy Anderson, preparing dinner in the kitchen.

"Good evening, Mom," I greeted her, walking into the kitchen.

"Mia, I'm having some guests visit us today," Mom said, smiling at me.

"Mom, who are the guests?" I asked, watching her cover the pot.

Ever since I returned to this forest place to live with my mother and gained admission to the academy where she teaches, I still cannot feel comfortable here.

I'm Mia Anderson, a seventeen-year-old girl. I used to live in London with my father, Rafael Anderson, before Mom requested that I return home and apply for admission to White Hills Academy.

The academy area is sparsely populated, and I have heard sounds of howls at night. It sends chills down my spine to know that wolves live around us.

"Mia, I know you're trying hard to get used to this place, but I promise you, you will love it," Mom said, walking up to me and holding my hand in hers.

"Mom, there's nothing for me to love around here. First, we have the woods, the forest, and wolves living around us. Aren't you scared that one of these wolves might jump on you and bite you one day? I feel scared at night—I cannot sleep—and yet there are people living around us too," I complained. I was wearing a short blue denim skirt and a long red sweater with black shoes.

"Mia." Mom smiled, walking around the kitchen to set up the delicious meals she wanted to serve her guests.

"I understand that you're not happy coming back here. If it weren't for your father traveling from one place to another, you wouldn't have grown up so far away from here," Mom said, checking the pot of delicious rice and chicken she was preparing for dinner.

"Mom, I understand that you love this place—the forest, the waterfall, and the scenery of 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's based abroad. But this place doesn't suit me," I said, stomping my foot on the ground. My mother smiled and covered the pot of rice she had finished cooking.

"Look, Mia. There's something I need to tell you about yourself before your 18th birthday comes," Mom said, walking up to me. She wore a short white dress that barely covered her thighs. My mother could pass as my elder sister because she was light-skinned and a thirty-six-year-old woman.

"What is it, Mom?" I asked, and she took a deep breath and said, "You are not really 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. She smiled and held my hands in hers.

"You are a werewolf. A Beta wolf," Mom said, and I stared 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 have read too many fantasy books, and now you're starting to believe that werewolves are real and exist among us. Let alone that I am a werewolf too. Please, Mom, I don't need 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 finds it hard to let go of me.

"Listen to me, Mia. Your father is not human either. 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—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 would get hold of you and lock you up in a zoo for scaring people," Mom said. My jaw dropped at her revelation.

"Mom, you're scaring me right now. What do you mean I'm not a human? How is that even possible?" I asked her, and she smiled.

Before my mother could say another word, the doorbell rang, and she said;

"My guests have arrived, Mia. Don't worry. I will tell you all about it tonight. Your 18th birthday is just a month away, and you need to prepare to meet your mate and experience your first shift as a werewolf."

"What? Mom…" I watched her run to the kitchen door to open it.

"Come on, Mia, my guests have arrived. Let's go and welcome them," Mom said, dragging me out of the kitchen to accompany her.

You wouldn't believe that my mother lives in this big duplex all alone. After all, she is the chairwoman of White Hills Pack Academy. I didn't want to study there, but Mom insisted, and she refused to stay in the academy hostel. So I stay at home with her and follow her to school.

I was studying banking because I want to work in a commercial bank in London. Now, I have to live in a pack full of wolves.

Anxiety crept up my back as my mother and I went to the living room to welcome her guests. Mom has servants who work for her and clean the house. She is a rich woman, and I am still surprised that she is single. *Why hasn't she remarried? She has a slim figure and a nice curve.*

"Hmm," I sighed as I looked at the door my mother opened.

To my shock, the three bad boys from 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 demanded, glaring at the three bad boys from White Hills Academy.