Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86: Jealous

Hailee’s POV

My heart stopped the moment I heard his name. Dane.

I froze completely, my body stiffening against Nathan’s warmth as the soft knock echoed again in the room. My breath caught in my throat, and I could feel Nathan’s arm tighten around my waist protectively.

Why was he here? Right now?

I pulled back slightly to look at Nathan, but his expression was unreadable, his jaw tight, his dark eyes locked on the door like it had personally offended him. I could feel the heat of his irritation rolling off him.

"Hailee," he murmured, his voice low, as though warning me not to move.

But I couldn’t help it—I shifted slightly under the blanket, my nerves fraying. Dane was standing on the other side of that door, and something inside me... broke.

I didn’t want him to see me like this.

I didn’t want him to see us like this.

Nathan noticed. He always noticed. His grip tightened on my hip, pulling me back into his chest like he was staking his claim without words.

"Who told him he could come here?" Nathan growled under his breath, more to himself than to me. He tilted his head toward the door. "What do you want, Dane?"

There was a pause. Then Dane responded. "I need to talk to Hailee. It’s... important."

My stomach twisted. My pulse was so loud in my ears I could barely hear anything else.

Nathan slowly shifted upright, the blanket slipping from his shoulders. The air around him was darker now, heavier. He looked down at me, his jaw hard.

"Do you want me to tell him to leave?" he asked quietly, but there was a steel edge to his voice, like the answer he wanted was already clear.

I bit my lip, my hands twisting in the sheets. Part of me wanted to say yes, to let Nathan chase Dane away and stay here in the safety of his arms. But another part of me—the same part that had been tearing me for days—felt a painful pull at Dane’s words.

"I..." My voice came out shaky. "I don’t know what he wants, Nathan. Maybe it really is important."

Nathan’s eyes hardened at that.

"Important to him," he muttered. "But is it important to you, Hailee?"

I looked away, my chest aching. I didn’t have an answer.

The knock came again, softer this time. "Hailee? Please."

Nathan didn’t take his eyes off me as he reached for my shoulders, pulling me gently upright.

"You can get dressed and leave," he said firmly, his voice low. More like he was being forced to say it. He stood and pulled on his sweatpants, his broad back tense as he raked a hand through his hair.

"Nathan—"

"Hailee," he cut in, turning his dark gaze on me. "Please. Just get dressed."

Then he opened it.

Before I could blink, he pulled me inside and slammed the door shut behind us.

"Dane—"

My words were cut off as he grabbed my waist and spun me around, pinning me gently but firmly against the door. His mouth crashed into mine, raw and possessive, and all the air rushed out of my lungs.

The kiss was nothing like Nathan’s.

It wasn’t soft or questioning; it was possessive. Fierce. Like he was claiming me all over again. His hands cupped my face, then tangled in my hair as his lips moved over mine like he was starving.

My fingers gripped his shirt out of instinct, clinging to him, because everything in me felt like it was unraveling.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot and uneven against my lips. "I’m sorry... I was jealous."

His voice was low, rough, wrecked.

I tried, Hailee," he murmured, pressing his forehead against mine like he was clinging to the last bit of control he had left. "You have no idea how long I stood outside Nathan’s door... listening to your moans."

A tortured groan rumbled from his chest as his fingers tightened possessively on my waist, dragging me closer.

"I need to hear you moan like that for me," he whispered, his voice thick with hunger.