Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 295

Twenty years had passed, yet the way Nathan looked at me hadn't changed a single bit. If anything, the gray dusting at his temples only made him look more like the formidable Alpha he was, and the warmth in his green eyes had only deepened with time.

I was sitting by the window of our private sunroom, watching the sunrise over the territory, when I felt those familiar, heavy footsteps.

"Happy anniversary, my love."

I turned to see him standing in the doorway. In his hands was a massive bouquet of wild lilies and white roses—the same flowers from our wedding day. He walked over, the floorboards creaking under his weight, and set the flowers on the table before pulling me into his arms.

"Twenty years, Hailee," he whispered, burying his face in the crook of my neck. "And I still wake up wondering how I got so lucky."

I laughed softly, leaning back into his solid chest. "I should be the one saying that. Look at everything we've built."

We stood there for a moment, talking about the boys—how Oscar was preparing to take over as Alpha.

"Do you know," he said softly, "that after all this time, you still undo me?"

I looked at him, my eyes warm, steady, full of love. "Good," I said. "I'd be disappointed if I didn't."

"The house is empty for the next few hours," Nathan murmured, his hands sliding down from my waist to the small of my back, pulling me flush against him. "The boys are out on border patrol."

"Is that so?" I teased, reaching up to thread my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

He didn't answer with words. He picked me up, my legs instinctively hooking around his waist just as they had two decades ago. He carried me toward our bed, his movements purposeful and filled with a raw, enduring hunger.

He laid me down, his hands immediately finding the hem of my silk robe. "I told you on our wedding night that I'd spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you," he growled, his voice dropping to that low, gravelly tone that still made my blood turn to liquid fire. "I'm nowhere near finished."

He stripped with a rugged efficiency, his body still powerful and scarred from years of protecting us. When he moved over me, the friction of his skin against mine felt like coming home. He took his time, his mouth revisiting every inch of my skin with a slow, agonizing reverence. He knew exactly where I was most sensitive, his tongue and teeth marking the pulse at my throat until I was arching beneath him.

He parted my legs, his hands large and calloused as they gripped my thighs. He didn't rush. He watched my face as he used his fingers to slick the entrance, his touch raw and demanding. I was already shaking, my body humming with a desperate need to feel the weight of him inside me.

"Nathan, please," I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

He rose up, his eyes flashing with that familiar golden Alpha light. "Look at me, Hailee. Tell me who you belong to."

"You," I sobbed out, my head tossing back. "Always you."

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