Hailee’s POV
I sat there, panicking. My hands twisted together as I looked at my sons. They were staring back at me, quiet, too quiet. But I could see the suspicion in their eyes... the question they wished to bombard me with, only that they weren’t asking it now, but I knew they would.
The silence only made my unease grow.
First, it was Nathan. He claimed only Oscar as his son. I almost laughed, but it wasn’t funny—Now Dane... Dane was saying Ozzy was his.
It was crazy. Impossible. How could my boys—triplets—have different fathers? How could that ever happen?
But I knew the truth. Between Callum, Dane, and Nathan, only one of them could be the father. Just one. But not this. Not Nathan claiming only Oscar, not Dane claiming only Ozzy. None of it added up. None of it made sense.
My chest felt heavy as a thought hit me. The DNA test. Both Dane and Nathan had threatened me with it. If they carried it out... if the truth was revealed... one of them might be proven the father. And then what? They could take my boys from me. They could punish me for hiding them all these years.
"No," I whispered, shaking my head fast. My hands trembled. "Never. That’s never happening." I would not let anyone take them. I would not let anyone separate me from my sons. I would stop it before it could happen.
I lifted my chin and forced myself to stay calm, even though inside I was breaking. I had to do something. Anything.
I turned to my boys. My chest felt tight as I looked at their little faces with a pleading look. "I need your help," I whispered.
Their eyes grew wide. They leaned in closer, eager to know. I lowered my voice and told them what I needed. Guilt consumed me. My hands shook as I spoke, but I made sure they heard me.
When I was done, no one said anything at first. Then finally, Ozzy’s brows pulled together. He frowned and crossed his arms. "Mom," he asked softly, "why should we do that?"
I swallowed hard and forced out a lie. "Because if these men find out whose sons you are, it will be dangerous... They hate your father. And once they know you are his children, they will punish you three for his sins."
I lied, and they believed me.
Oscar, Oliver, and Ozzy looked at one another, solemn as little soldiers. Oliver was the first to nod. "Okay, Mom. We’ll do it."
Oscar nodded. "We help you."
"Good," I breathed. "Let’s do it now."
I pointed toward the dresser. "Oscar, sit here by the mirror. Act like you’re getting ready. Oliver, go out and draw the attention of Alpha Nathan here."
As Oliver slipped out, I picked up a comb and moved toward Oscar, pretending to fix his hair. In truth, I smoothed my own hands through his locks, making him look tidy while my chest ached so hard. My fingers lingered at his little crown, and I nearly broke into tears.
I forced myself not to shake. Oliver had gone to fetch Nathan. Oscar sat patiently by the mirror while I gripped the comb like it was my lifeline.
Minutes later, Oliver slipped back into the room and whispered, "He’s on his way. Alpha Nathan said he’ll check on you soon."
"What did you tell him?" I asked.
Oliver smirked. "I told him you seem sick. That he should check on you, Mama."
I nodded quickly. Good. That was exactly what I needed.
Slowly, I ran the comb through my own hair. Loose strands clung to the teeth. My hands stayed steady, though my heart was chaos. The strands were the same shade as Oscar’s. I left them there, then brought the comb to Oscar’s head, pretending to smooth his hair.
The door opened suddenly. Nathan stepped inside, his expression softer than usual. He looked worried, not the hard man I remembered. "Hailee?" he asked. "Are you alright?"
I smiled weakly and kept combing Oscar’s hair the same way. "I’m fine," I said, my voice soft. "Just a little tired."
Oliver rushed forward, his eyes wide with fake worry. "Mama, you don’t have to lie," he said, turning to Nathan. "Mama isn’t well. Please—can the doctor check on her? She needs rest."
I hated myself... What kind of mother teaches her sons to lie?
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