Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184: Picking Sides

Hailee’s POV

After they left, silence filled the room. I turned slowly to my boys.

They weren’t little anymore. Not really. Their eyes were sharp, too sharp for their age, and they all looked at me like they were peeling back my skin, searching for the truth I kept hiding.

Oscar crossed his arms, his green eyes narrowing. "Mama... why are all these Alphas fighting over you?" His voice was steady, bold. "What aren’t you telling us?"

My heart lurched. "Oscar..." I began, but my throat tightened. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Oliver leaned forward, his brows furrowed. "I don’t like it, Mama. You looked scared when they came. Who are they really to you?"

Ozzy, quieter than the rest, asked the question that cut deepest. His brown eyes locked with mine. "And why does each one say we belong to them?"

My lips trembled. I wanted to lie again, to soothe them with half-truths, but before I could, Oscar spoke once more.

"I like Alpha Nathan," he admitted, his tone matter-of-fact. "He’s strict, but he looks like he would protect us."

Ozzy shook his head quickly. "I think Alpha Dane is better. He’s strong. Brave. He didn’t back down even when Alpha Nathan was mad."

Oliver hesitated, then whispered, "When Alpha Callum looked at me... it felt strange. Like he knew me. I don’t know why, but I didn’t feel scared of him."

The three of them turned back to me, their voices mixing in my head.

Nathan. Dane. Callum.

My chest burned as panic swelled in me. My boys—my babies—were starting to take sides.

"No!" I said too quickly, my voice sharp. They blinked at me in surprise. I forced myself to soften, my hands shaking as I cupped their faces one by one. "Don’t... don’t ever choose between them. Don’t trust their words. You are mine. Do you hear me?"

Their little faces were still uncertain. And in their eyes, I saw it—the doubt. The questions. The cracks forming in the wall of lies I’d built.

I took a deep breath that felt too big for my ribs and forced my voice to be small and calm for them.

"Boys," I said, looking from Oscar to Oliver to Ozzy. "Listen to me. None of those men — not Nathan, not Dane, not Callum — are your fathers."

They stared at me like they did not understand. Oscar’s mouth opened a little. Oliver’s eyes went wide. Ozzy looked like he wanted to cry and would not let himself.

"You mean it?" Oliver asked, his voice thin.

"Yes." I lied. "I’ve told you, boys, countless times... why don’t you want to believe me? I am your mother."

They looked at me with confusion, like they had a lot to ask but I didn’t let them.

"I had to go downstairs for a minute," I whispered. "I’ll be right back. Stay here. Don’t open the door for anyone. Promise me."

They nodded in unison. I pressed a kiss to each forehead and stood up, fingers sticky with fear.

The corridor was cool and quiet. My feet felt heavy as I walked down. With each step the voices grew louder—until the living room opened like a stage and three shapes filled it.

Nathan was there, shoulders wide, eyes like flint. Callum stood opposite him, every line of his face hot with anger. Dane was between them, chest heaving, hands curled into fists.

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