Mated To My Three Lycan Bullies

Mia's POV:

When I returned from White Hills Academy, I walked into the kitchen and found my mother, Lucy Anderson, who told me, "Mia, we have guests coming today."

"What? Mom, who are the guests?" I asked, gazing at her fair face. Ever since I had moved back here to live with my mother in the White Hills area and gained admission into the academy-where she teaches-I still couldn't feel comfortable.

I am Mia Anderson, a 17-year-old girl, and I used to live in London with my father, Rafael Anderson, before Mom requested that I return home and apply to White Hills Academy. The academy area was sparsely populated, and I had heard the sounds of wolves howling at night. It sent chills down my spine to know that we had wolves living around us, so I wasn't truly comfortable here.

"Mia, I know you're trying hard to get used to this place, but I promise you, you will love it," Mom said in a soft voice as she walked up to me in the kitchen and held my hand.

"Mom, there's nothing for me to like around here. First, there are the woods, the forest, and wild animals like wolves living around us. Aren't you scared that one of these wolves might jump on you one day and bite you to pieces? I'm so scared at night that I can't sleep, and yet, there are people living around us too," I complained bitterly.

I was wearing a short blue denim skirt, a long red sweater, and white canvas shoes. I was of average height, and so was my mother.

"Mia," Mom began, her lips curling into a smile as she let go of my hand and walked up to the gas cooker to check on the delicious meals that she was preparing for her guests.

"I understand that you're not happy about coming back here. If it weren't for your father, who traveled from one place to another, you wouldn't have grown so far away from here," she said, her voice filled with sadness as she checked the pot of fried rice and chicken she was preparing for dinner.

"Mom, I understand that you love this place-the forest, the waterfall, and the scenery of the green plants surrounding us-but I don't like it. I want to apply for a transfer to return to London. Please, I understand that you and my father got divorced, and Dad has moved on with his life, but this place doesn't suit me," I said, stomping my feet on the kitchen floor.

My mother smiled and covered the pot of fried rice that she had finished cooking. "Look, Mia, there's something I need to tell you about yourself before your 18th birthday," she said as she walked up to me.

The white dress she wore barely covered her thighs. My mother could pass as my elder sister because she was light-skinned and a 36-year-old woman.

"What is it, Mom?" I asked, watching her face