Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One

Dane's POV

My chest was still burning as I watched Hailee disappear with the boy. My boy. I could feel it deep in my bones, in my wolf's restless growl. Slowly, I turned to Nathan. My voice came out rough, trembling with rage.

"So you found her," I said, my eyes locked on his. "She's here, in your pack. And you didn't think to tell me? Even after knowing how I've been searching for her all these years?"

Nathan's jaw tightened, but he didn't answer. He turned, his broad shoulders stiff as he walked back toward the packhouse. I followed, my boots striking the ground with sharp steps.

"Don't you dare ignore me, Nathan! Why didn't you inform me?" I barked.

He pushed into his office, but I was right behind him. The door slammed shut, the air suffocating with tension.

"Where did you find her?" I demanded, my voice echoing against the walls. "Tell me—did she come to you herself? Did you drag her here? Where has she been hiding all this time?"

Still, he said nothing. He just stood by the window, his back to me, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.

"Answer me!" I roared. "If Hailee has triplets—then they are mine. They're mine, Nathan. My wolf knows it!" My voice cracked, pain bleeding through the anger. "Where are the other kids? Where are they?"

Silence.

For a long, heavy moment, Nathan didn't move, didn't breathe. Then, finally, he responded.

"Dane," he said without turning around to face me. "You are married."

The words struck like lightning, slamming me back into the reality I'd been trying to push away. My chest heaved, and my hands trembled.

"And so fucking what!" I spat, my voice ripping out of me like a roar.

Nathan finally turned, his eyes burning into mine. His voice was low and cold, but carried the weight of thunder.

"Let Hailee go, Dane. Leave her be. She's not yours anymore."

"Never!" I snapped, stepping closer, my wolf clawing at my skin. "I'll never let her go. Not Hailee. Not my sons. I'll divorce my wife this instant if I have to, but I'm not walking away from her again." My chest heaved as I slammed my hand against his desk. "Where are they, Nathan? Where are my sons?"

Something snapped in his eyes—anger, raw and unrestrained. His voice came out like a growl, shaking the room.

"Ten years ago, I was soft," he snarled. "That's why I let you and Callum share her with me. That's why I held my wolf back. But not now. Not anymore."

He took a step forward, the power of his Alpha flooding the room. His jaw clenched, his hands trembling as his wolf pressed against the surface.

"I am never sharing her again, Dane. Never. Not with you. Not with anyone."

My throat tightened, my wolf snarling back at him, ready to fight.

"And for the other boys…" he added, his frown deepening. "I don't know what the truth is yet. But my beast already claimed Oscar. He is mine. And I'll protect him—and Hailee—against anyone who dares to take them from me. Even you."

My beast howled in defiance, my fists curling so hard my nails dug into my skin. "I want to see them," I demanded.

The air in Nathan's office was thick, choking, as we stood inches apart, our wolves straining against each other.

"You think you can keep her from me?" I growled. "You think I'll just stand by and watch while you cage her here like some possession?"

Nathan's eyes blazed. "She belongs here—with me. Not you. Not anyone else."

"She was mine," I shouted, slamming my fist against his desk. "And if she bore my children, then nothing you say can change that."

We were toe-to-toe now, our breaths ragged, our wolves pacing like two storms ready to collide.

Then—A sharp knock cut through the tension.

Nathan's head snapped toward the door. His voice was a low command. "Leave."

Silence. The person didn't move.

I frowned as Nathan strode to the door, his jaw still tight with anger. He yanked it open—and my brows furrowed instantly.

Standing there was a boy. Around the same age as the red-haired one I'd seen earlier. His features made my chest twist—his nose, the shape of his jaw, even the set of his mouth… they were almost identical to Ozzy's. And his hair was red. And his eyes—goddess, his eyes were green.

Nathan's face softened for a fraction of a second, the rage in him simmering into something else entirely.

"Oscar," he said, his voice lower now. "You're here."

My head whipped toward Nathan, my stomach dropping.

"Oscar?" I repeated, my voice trembling. "So… this is one of Hailee's triplets?"

Nathan didn't answer. He didn't need to. The truth was right there in his silence, in the way he looked at the boy.

I stared at the child—at Oscar—and something inside me twisted, confused and raw. He looked like Ozzy. Almost the same. But my wolf…

My wolf was silent.

No growl. No claim. Nothing.

A frown cut across my face as I stared harder, my chest tight with frustration. "Why…" I whispered under my breath, my fists clenching at my sides. "Why isn't my wolf claiming this one as mine?"

Oscar tilted his head, his green eyes flicking from Nathan to me.

"Why are you both fighting?" he asked quietly, his inquisitive gaze on us. "I could hear your voices all the way down the hall."

Nathan stiffened, his jaw tightening, but said nothing. I stared at the boy—his posture, his steady gaze. He wasn't scared; he was bloody staring right at us.

"You shouldn't be here," Nathan muttered, his voice gentle, trying to send him away.

But Oscar didn't move. He only tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly, like he'd just figured out the answer to a riddle.

"Tell me something," he said slowly, his voice sounding more curious this time. "Are you two fighting…" His gaze locked on mine, then slid to Nathan. "…over my mama?"