Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179: Interviews

Nathan’s POV

My brow furrowed. I never expected to hear him say that.

This boy—Oscar—stood before two powerful men, unshaken. His green eyes were too sharp, too authoritative for a child his age. I crossed my arms, studying him carefully.

"How old are you again?" I asked, thinking maybe I got it wrong.

"Almost ten," he answered without hesitation, stepping into the room as if he owned it. He didn’t flinch under my gaze or Dane’s. He just walked to the chair opposite my desk, pulled it out, climbed into it, and sat like a young Alpha addressing his council.

Dane and I exchanged a glance but stayed quiet.

Oscar leaned back, his hands folded neatly on his lap. "So let me get this straight," he said slowly, his eyes darting between us. "Were you two... dating my mom back then? Before she left and married my father?"

The words struck like arrows. I didn’t speak. Neither did Dane. Silence filled the room.

Oscar tilted his head, his brow furrowing like he was piecing together a puzzle. "I thought so."

He let his gaze roam over us, sharp and unbothered that we were staring right at him. "You both look good," he said with a small shrug. "Handsome. Powerful. Rich. Any woman would want you."

My jaw clenched, unsure whether to be annoyed or impressed.

"But," Oscar continued smoothly, "the best man isn’t the one with the money or the power." He leaned forward, resting his chin on his small hand. "The best man is the one who ends up with my mom. Because my mom is special."

He paused, then smirked. "And since you both clearly want her, I’ll have to interview you."

The room went still. I just stared at him, stunned.

This boy wasn’t afraid of me. Not even a little.

Leo once told me my aura made children cry without me even opening my mouth. That my presence suffocates them, too sharp for their little hearts. But not this boy.

No—he was sitting here talking to us like we were his age.

And for the first time in a long time... I didn’t know what to say.

Oscar didn’t waste time. He sat back, eyes narrowed like he was measuring us.

"First question," he said. "Who knows my mom better?"

My chest tightened. A ridiculous thought crossed my mind—I wanted to win this. Badly.

"Her favorite color," Oscar fired, his eyes bouncing between us.

"Red," I said instantly, my voice sharp. "She loves red."

Oscar’s brows rose a little, and I saw it in his eyes—he knew I was right.

Dane frowned, his arms crossed. He didn’t argue.

Oscar tilted his head, smirking. "Okay. Next... her shoe size?"

Dane spoke before I could. "Six and a half."

My brows shot up. My wolf stirred uneasily. That was right. How the hell did he—?

Oscar nodded slowly. "Correct."

I clenched my fists. I knew he had guessed; I could feel it—but he’d guessed right.

"Next," Oscar said, leaning forward. His sharp little gaze landed on me. "Mom’s favorite food."

My lips curved. "Spaghetti with shrimp," I said without hesitation. "And don’t argue, boy—I didn’t stalk her for four years for nothing."

Oscar blinked, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

I smirked faintly. One point back to me.

"Another one," he said softly, as if this was the question that mattered most. "When’s her birthday?"

My throat tightened, but I answered without hesitation. "December twenty-third."

I didn’t even blink.

Because I knew. I always knew.

I sent her gifts every year. Wrapped, unsigned, anonymous. To her, I was the man who hated her.

Across from me, Dane’s expression faltered. He didn’t know. Of course he didn’t. He’d only known Hailee for a month before she vanished.

The silence became tense, Oscar staring at me with unreadable eyes. And I wasn’t sure if he was impressed. Or suspicious.

But Oscar didn’t look satisfied yet. His green eyes gleamed like he was enjoying this.

"Her favorite movie of all time."

I stiffened. Damn it. That was hard. Too hard. I knew Dane wouldn’t get it—he barely knew her back then. But me...

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