Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213: Angry

Hailee’s POV

I couldn’t breathe. It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room, like life itself was draining from my body. My chest tightened, and I pressed a trembling hand against it, trying to steady my breath, but it didn’t help. The doctor’s words kept echoing in my head.

"Each boy has a different father."

I blinked, unable to believe what I’d just heard. My eyes darted toward the three men standing across from me. They weren’t saying a word. Their faces were pale, their eyes wide and filled with the same disbelief I felt. Nathan looked like someone had ripped the ground out from beneath him. Callum’s jaw was tight, his knuckles white at his sides. Dane just stood there, frozen, his face unreadable, but his eyes, his eyes were full of quiet shock.

For a moment, I thought one of them would yell. That Nathan would shout like he always did when hurt. That Callum would demand an explanation. That Dane would walk out in anger. But none of them did. They just stood there, silent, broken, and confused.

Then, slowly, one after another, they turned away. Nathan was the first to move, his footsteps heavy as he walked toward the door. He didn’t even look back. Callum followed, his hands still trembling, his shoulders stiff with anger he couldn’t bring himself to show. Dane paused for a second longer, looking at me like he wanted to say something, but then he turned too.

The door shut softly behind them.

And then, I was alone.

The silence that followed was deafening. It pressed against my ears, my chest, my soul. I could still hear the faint beeping of the machines, the quiet voices of nurses in the hall, but in my world, everything had stopped.

I turned my head toward the ceiling, my vision blurring with tears. "I destroyed everything," I whispered to no one.

My sons... my beautiful boys. Each of them, Oscar, Oliver, and Ozzy, carried a piece of the men I’d hurt.

A sob escaped before I could stop it. I covered my mouth, but it came anyway, soft, broken, full of everything I’d held in for years. And for the first time since the crash, I wished I hadn’t survived. At least I wouldn’t have to face all this.

Fear twisted in my chest, sharp and suffocating. What if they hated me so much that they took my sons away? What if they said I wasn’t fit to be their mother? What if they turned them against me? The thought made my stomach turn.

I couldn’t lose them. I couldn’t. They were all I had left.

Before I even realized what I was doing, I ripped the IV needle out of my arm. The pain stung, but I didn’t care. Blood dripped down my hand and onto the floor as I stood, my legs shaking under my weight.

"Miss, you shouldn’t," a nurse gasped when she saw me stumble into the hallway.

"I need to see my sons," I said, my voice hoarse and shaky.

She hurried toward me, panic in her eyes. "Ma’am, please, you’re bleeding! You need to go back to bed."

"No!" I snapped, pulling away from her grasp. "I’m going to see my sons!"

Before she could stop me, I pushed past her and followed the sound of voices, voices I knew too well.

Nathan. Callum. Dane.

They were standing near the emergency wing, just coming out of the room where my boys were being treated. I froze when I saw them. Their faces were grim, their eyes darker than I’d ever seen. The nurse’s footsteps echoed behind me, but I didn’t move. I just stood there, bleeding, shaking, terrified.

When Nathan turned and saw me, his eyes widened for only a second before they hardened. "Hailee, go back," he said sharply.

I shook my head. "I want to see my sons."

"You’re bleeding—"

"I said I want to see them!"

The nurse tried to step forward, but Nathan’s voice suddenly boomed through the hall.

"Keep quiet, Hailee!"

The words hit like a slap. His tone wasn’t just angry, it was filled with raw pain.

Everyone in the hallway went still. The nurse froze. Even Callum and Dane turned toward him in shock. Nathan’s eyes burned into mine.

"You’re a bitch," he said, his voice trembling with rage. "You’re wicked. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?"

Tears blurred my vision instantly. "Nathan—"

"Because of you," he shouted, stepping closer, "I lost ten years of my son’s life! Ten years, Hailee! While I was out there thinking he didn’t exist, my blood, my boy, my son was growing up without me!"

My heart broke in my chest. "Nathan, please—"

"Don’t!" he yelled, his voice cracking. "Don’t you dare say a word. I don’t want to hear another lie from your mouth. You kept him from me, and now you think you can cry and make it better?"

He pointed toward the emergency door. "You’re never seeing Oscar again. Never."

The words shattered me.

Before I could stop myself, I ran to him, grabbing his arm, my voice shaking. "Don’t you dare, Nathan! Don’t you dare say that! They’re my sons, mine! I carried them for months! I almost died bringing them into this world!"

His eyes flared with fury. "And whose fault is that?" he shouted back. "Did I tell you to keep it a secret? Did I tell you to run away and raise them alone? Did I tell you to let us live like fools for ten years?"

I stepped back, shaking my head. "You don’t understand—"

"No," he snapped, "you don’t understand. You took away our right to know. You decided for all of us."

His words pierced deeper than any blade.

Then Callum spoke. His tone was lower, colder, but no less painful. "Tell me something, Hailee," he said quietly. "How long were you planning to keep this a secret?"

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