Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78: Agreed

Hailee’s POV

"Can we talk?" I said to Dane, who had just reached the edge of the field, his brows lifting slightly in surprise at the sound of my voice.

He blinked, then gave a slow nod. "Yeah. Of course."

We stepped aside, away from the noise and laughter around the bleachers, into a quieter space near the edge of the woods. The soft hum of the game preparations faded slightly behind us.

Dane turned to me, arms crossed over his chest, but his expression was open. Calm. Steady. But beneath it... I could tell he was bracing himself.

"You look nervous," he said, a tiny smirk tugging at his lips.

I let out a breathy laugh. "I feel nervous."

He waited, giving me the space to speak first.

"I spoke to Callum," I began. "Told him everything. About how I feel. About... not knowing how to choose between you guys."

Dane didn’t seem surprised, but I saw the way his jaw tensed just a little.

"And what did he say?"

I hesitated. "He said... he’s willing to let me date all three of you. To figure it out."

Dane’s eyes narrowed, just slightly. "And you want that? To date all of us?"

I nodded slowly. "I don’t want to lie to any of you. I care about you, Dane. Deeply. But I also care about Nathan. And Callum. It’s confusing and unfair and probably selfish... but it’s the truth. I don’t want to make a decision just to protect someone else’s feelings. Not when my own heart’s still figuring it out."

He was quiet for a long moment.

Then finally, he said, "At least you’re being honest."

I swallowed, unsure if that was disappointment or relief in his voice.

But then he stepped closer—so close I could feel the heat rolling off his chest.

His voice dropped, soft but intense. "Hailee... I love you."

My breath caught.

He reached for my hand, holding it. "I love you so, so much. And if dating all three of us is what you need to figure yourself out... if it means you’ll have clarity at the end of it—then I’m willing. I’ll wait. I’ll fight. To prove I love you more."

My heart clenched, warmth spilling through my chest.

"Thank you," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Thank you for understanding. For not walking away. I don’t deserve it, but... I’m really grateful."

He gave me a soft smile—gentle, almost shy—and then tugged me forward, one hand settling behind my neck as he leaned in.

Our lips met.

It wasn’t rushed or frantic. It was deep... slow... passionate. Like he was pouring every unspoken feeling into that kiss, branding it into my soul.

When we finally pulled apart, breathless, he rested his forehead against mine and smirked.

"I’ll see you after the game," he murmured, brushing his thumb across my cheek. "I need to go change for the game."

I laughed quietly, the tension in my chest easing a little.

"Okay," I whispered.

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