Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Belongs To Me

Hailee’s POV

The Alphas exchanged tense glances, each of them weighing whether to argue or obey, but even they couldn’t fight the authority in his tone. One by one, they turned toward the door.

I nodded to the boys, whispering softly, "Stay here. I’ll be right back, my loves." My voice trembled, but I forced a small smile before following the men out.

The hallway felt colder now. The tension followed us like a shadow—thick and suffocating. No one spoke as we walked down the long corridor until we reached the private waiting area near the garden, quiet, secluded, and far from curious ears.

Peter waited until everyone was inside before closing the glass door gently behind him. Then, he turned around, his expression composed but his eyes sharp.

He didn’t sit. He stood tall, commanding the space without saying a word. I looked at my brother and noticed how much had changed in him. Ten years ago, he carried this commanding aura around him, all thanks to Father’s brutal upbringing, but now there was something different about him. Yes, he was still Peter, but he seemed so different—maybe it was the title of Lycan King.

For a moment, the only sound was the distant hum of hospital machines and the soft rustle of wind outside.

Nathan was the first to speak, his tone composed. "You’ve made quite an entrance, Lycan King."

Peter’s gaze flicked to him—not unkind, but cold enough to remind everyone who he was. "I don’t make entrances," he said evenly. "I arrive when I’m needed."

Callum crossed his arms. "And you decided now was the right time to reveal that Hailee is your sister?"

Peter’s eyes softened slightly, though his jaw remained firm. "I didn’t decide it," he said quietly. "Circumstance did. You all forced her truth into the open when you cornered her, thinking she had no one."

Dane, who had been silent until now, frowned slightly. "So it’s true then? She’s of royal blood—Lycan blood?"

Peter nodded once. "Yes. Hailee Stones—my sister."

The room fell silent again.

Nathan blinked, disbelief flickering briefly in his hardened gaze. He looked at me with so many questions in his eyes, but I just looked away.

"You’re telling us she’s royalty—a Lycan princess—and she’s been living hidden among wolves all this time as a nobody?"

Peter’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Would you have treated her better if you’d known? Or just found a different way to cage her?"

Nathan’s jaw tightened. "Watch your tone, Lycan King."

Peter took a slow step forward, his presence radiating quiet dominance. "No. You watch yours. You stand here as Alphas—men who claim to lead—and yet you’ve forgotten what leadership means. My sister ran because she was terrified of what her truth would cost her children. Terrified of the same power you wear like armor."

None of them spoke. Callum’s gaze fell to the floor. Dane’s fingers flexed at his sides. Nathan’s eyes remained locked on Peter, but the anger there had dulled—replaced by something closer to shame.

Peter continued, his tone softening, though the edge never fully left his voice. "She’s made mistakes, yes. She lied—to protect, not to deceive. You can hate her for that if it makes you feel better. But what you won’t do is punish her or those boys for her fear."

Callum spoke. "What now?" he asked.

Peter nodded, his tone turning diplomatic. "We can decide what happens next with reason, not anger. The boys are heirs now, that much is true. But they are also children. They will not be torn apart like property."

Nathan frowned. "And who decides that? You?"

Peter’s eyes glinted. "No. The Council will. And me—as their bloodline’s guardian. Until they come of age, no Alpha will claim them fully without a lawful pact."

Callum’s jaw tightened. "That means—"

"That means," Peter interrupted calmly, "Hailee stays with them until the matter is resolved. She will not be separated from her sons. Not under my watch."

The room went tense. Peter’s words still hung in the air like thunder, but the three Alphas didn’t bow.

Nathan took a step forward, his eyes blazing. "Never happening," he said coldly. "No one—not even a Lycan King—will tell us what to do with our sons."

Callum’s voice joined, authoritative and sharp. "They are our blood. You can’t just walk in here and make claims over them."

Dane crossed his arms. "You might be king where you come from, but in our world, we are Alphas. We don’t take orders from anyone."

Peter only smiled—calm, cool, but dangerous. The kind of smile that made the air grow heavy.

He folded his arms and tilted his head slightly. "Oh really?" he said slowly. "Then maybe you should check your facts before you roar."

Nathan frowned. "What are you talking about?"

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