Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153: Demanding

Hailee’s POV

"We are not hungry," they chorused in unison.

I lifted my brow, staring at the three of them. My sons. My stubborn little wolves.

Oscar’s arms were folded across his chest, his green eyes blazing with anger. Oliver, usually the quiet one, pressed his lips together tight but refused to look at me. And Ozzy—my calmest—just sat there, his brown eyes steady, watching me like he was the oldest instead of the youngest.

"Not hungry?" I repeated slowly. "That’s strange, because I heard your stomachs growling all the way from the kitchen."

None of them spoke. Their little jaws were locked, their bodies stiff, as if they had agreed on this before I even walked in.

I stepped closer, softening my tone. "Boys, you need to eat. You can’t just—"

"No," Oscar snapped, cutting me off. His little chin lifted, stubborn like Nathan. "We said we’re not eating."

Something twisted in my chest. "Oscar..."

Then Oliver spoke, his sea-blue eyes finally lifting to mine. They were wet, but his voice was steady. "Until you take us to our dad, we won’t eat."

The words hit me like a strike to the heart.

Ozzy nodded slowly, his voice quiet but firm. "We know you’re hiding him from us, Mama. We want our dad. All of us. Or we won’t eat anything."

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My hands trembled where they hung at my sides, my throat tightening as their words sank in.

Their little faces—so fierce, so hurt, so demanding—mirrored the men I had once loved. Nathan’s attitude. Callum’s steadiness. Dane’s calm. All staring back at me, demanding answers I couldn’t give.

I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to stay steady even as tears burned in my eyes. "Boys..." My voice cracked. "I told you he is dead."

But they shook their heads, all three of them, their voices rising together.

"Until you take us to our dad, we won’t eat."

My knees weakened, but I forced myself to stay standing. Their words cut deeper than any wound I had ever known. My sons—my whole world—looking at me like I was their enemy.

"I told you," I whispered again, my chest aching, "your father is dead." I lied again.

Oscar’s small fists balled up at his sides. "You’re lying!" he shouted. His little voice cracked, full of pain. "If he was dead, we’d feel it. We’d know. You’re hiding him!"

Oliver’s lips trembled, but he stayed firm, his sea-blue eyes locked on mine. "We’re not eating, Mama. Not until you stop lying."

Ozzy didn’t raise his voice, but his quiet tone broke me worse than any shout. "We’re wolves too. We can feel it. He’s alive."

Tears blurred my vision. My throat closed, no words able to come out. They were right. They were smarter than their years, sharper than I wanted to admit. I had underestimated them, thinking they wouldn’t sense the truth.

The door creaked open behind me.

"Enough."

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