Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231: The Party

Hailee’s POV

As the maids moved gracefully around the room, preparing the dresses, I stood before the tall mirror. They helped me into the silver gown that shimmered faintly under the golden light of the candles. The fabric was smooth and soft against my skin, the neckline modest yet elegant, and the skirt flowed like water when I moved. My mother fastened the moon-shaped pendant around my neck, the same one from my childhood box.

"You look perfect," she whispered, her eyes glistening. "Just like the daughter of a king."

I smiled faintly, trying not to let my nerves show. "Perfectly terrified, maybe."

She chuckled softly and kissed my forehead. "You’ll be fine. Peter will be there."

When I finally stepped into the hallway, two guards bowed and opened the grand double doors leading to the ballroom. The moment I entered, the sound of music softened, and hundreds of eyes turned toward me.

The chandeliers glowed above, casting light over the marble floor and golden walls. The guests—Alphas, nobles, and high-ranking council members—turned one by one, whispering as I walked down the long staircase.

My heartbeat echoed in my ears.

And then I saw Peter, standing tall near the dais, dressed in dark royal attire with silver embroidery that marked him as king. His expression softened the moment our eyes met. He raised a hand, signaling the music to fade.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice rich and calm, filling the room. "Tonight, we celebrate the return of someone precious to this kingdom. Someone who has endured more than most, yet stands before you stronger than ever."

He gestured toward me, pride shining in his eyes. "My sister, Princess Hailee Stones. Welcome her home."

Applause filled the hall, some genuine, others hesitant. But it didn’t matter. I held my head high, forcing a calm smile as Peter offered his hand and helped me down the final step.

"You look radiant," he murmured. "Just breathe."

I nodded slightly. "Easier said than done."

He smiled. "Come, meet some of our allies."

He guided me through the crowd, introducing me to nobles and Alphas. Some offered polite bows, others awkward smiles. Compliments floated through the air like drifting petals.

"You’re even more beautiful than the rumors said."

"It’s an honor to meet the king’s sister."

Each word felt like both balm and blade—kind on the surface but shadowed by old whispers I could almost hear beneath them.

Then, as I turned toward another greeting, a young man stepped forward from the group near the back. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp blue eyes that seemed to pierce through the noise. His hair was a shade darker than gold, neatly styled, and when he smiled, it carried confidence—the kind that came from both charm and power.

He reached for my hand before I could speak. His touch was firm yet careful as he lifted my hand and brushed a soft kiss against it. The contact sent a faint shiver up my arm.

"Nice meeting you," he said, his voice deep and smooth, laced with something unreadable.

I blinked, caught off guard by both his boldness and the intensity of his gaze. "It’s... nice meeting you too," I managed to say.

Peter stepped closer with a knowing half-smile. "Hailee," he said, his tone steady but faintly cautious, "allow me to introduce Lord Rylan."

The young man straightened slightly, eyes still fixed on me.

Peter’s smile faded into something unreadable as he added, "He’s the younger brother of Robert, the former King of the Northern Lycans."

The air around me seemed to still. I felt the blood drain from my face, though I managed to keep my posture calm. But Rylan only smiled, his expression unreadable.

"You’ve heard of him, then," he said lightly, though his eyes held a flicker of something deeper—curiosity or regret.

Peter’s hand brushed my arm in quiet reassurance. "Rylan isn’t like his brother," he said quietly. "He’s been one of our strongest allies since the North’s power shifted."

I nodded slowly, forcing a polite smile. "Then I’m honored," I said softly, though my heart was still pounding.

Rylan inclined his head slightly. "The honor is mine, Princess."

Peter moved to greet another guest, leaving us for a brief moment. The music rose again, the crowd returning to laughter and chatter.

Rylan’s gaze stayed on me. "You don’t seem as terrifying as the stories claim," he said, his tone calm but edged with quiet humor.

I raised a brow, meeting his gaze steadily. "That depends on which story you’ve heard."

He smiled faintly, his eyes glinting. "That you are the special one... the one who can take down hundreds of wolves with her ability.

I looked away, trying to mask the flicker of emotion in my chest. "Stories have a way of sounding different from the truth."

He tilted his head. "I understand. I heard what happened."

I didn’t know what to say to that. His words hung in the air, strange and unexpected, like warmth in a room still half frozen.

Before I could respond, Peter returned, his hand lightly touching my shoulder. "Hailee, come, there are more people to meet."

I nodded, forcing another smile. "Of course."

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