Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157: Giving Him Something

Hailee’s POV

My stomach dropped the moment the words left his mouth. Good and bad. I gripped the arms of the chair, my palms clammy, my throat dry. The broken SIM pieces still sat in my lap, mocking me, reminding me how fragile everything was. I swallowed hard. "Tell me the bad first." My voice shook, but I forced it out. Frederick’s eyes lingered on me for a moment, his jaw tight. Then he exhaled slowly, his tone calm.

"The bad news is—Nathan is already suspicious. He called back. Again and again. I had my contact check the trail, and though the SIM is gone, he caught enough to know the call was real. He knows a child—your child—spoke to him."

The air left my lungs. My hands trembled as I pressed them to my face. "Moon above..." My chest squeezed so painfully it felt like my ribs might crack. "It’s over. He’ll come. He’ll never stop now."

Frederick’s voice cut through my panic, firm and steady. "Hailee. Listen to me."

I lowered my hands, my eyes stinging, meeting his. His gaze was sharp, unyielding, but there was softness too, just for me.

"The good news," he continued, "is that the line is dead. My contact made sure of it. Nathan cannot trace the location; he cannot find the house. For now, you and the boys are safe."

The relief that washed over me was sharp but fleeting. "For now," I whispered, my voice breaking. "But how long until he finds another way? He’s stubborn, Frederick. He won’t stop."

His steps were slow, measured, until he stood right in front of me. He crouched again, his cool hands resting gently on my trembling ones. His voice was low, but every word carried weight. "Then let him come. If he dares, he’ll find me standing in his way."

My throat tightened, tears spilling despite my effort to hold them back. He said it like a vow, like nothing in this world could shake his resolve.

I stared at him—this man who had given me everything, who had asked for nothing, who still moaned my name in the dark when he thought I couldn’t hear.

And my chest ached. Because maybe he deserved more than I could ever give him.

I whispered hoarsely, "Frederick... why are you still here after everything? Why me? Why us?"

His eyes darkened, his voice a whisper of steel. "Because you are mine, Hailee. Even if you never choose me... I will always choose you."

My chest tightened, my heart twisting. I didn’t love him—not the way he wanted. My heart still belonged elsewhere, broken and torn in pieces I could never take back. But Frederick... he had stood by me, protected me, raised my sons as if they were his own. For ten years, he had asked for nothing. Ten years of loyalty, of silence, of patience.

And suddenly, all I wanted was to give something back.

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