Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Sacrifice

Nathan’s POV

I gently led her to the bed and helped her sit. Her eyes were still red from crying, and an uncomfortable ache bloomed in my chest. I hated seeing her like this. Broken. Fragile. Her tears... they were my weakest point. And I just prayed she wouldn’t figure that out too soon.

"I’ll get you some water," I whispered and walked over to the mini-fridge. I took out a bottle, poured it into a glass, and returned to her.

When I handed it to her, she whispered a soft "thank you" before taking a slow sip. I watched her in silence, my arms folded across my chest, trying to keep myself together.

My heart felt like it was being torn in two. The thought of sharing her—my Hailee—with two other men made me feel sick. But what choice did I have? This is what she needed.

Her emotions were tangled, confused, and unsure. If one month was what it would take for her to sort herself out... then I’d endure it. Even if it killed me inside.

Because sometimes love isn’t only about how you feel. Sometimes, it’s about sacrifice. Even if it means sacrificing your own happiness for theirs.

She placed the glass down slowly on the bedside table and looked up at me with those soft, puffy eyes. Eyes that used to drive me mad with frustration... now they were the very thing breaking me.

"I’m sorry," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I know I’m asking for too much."

I didn’t say anything. I just stood there, my chest tight, my jaw clenched, trying to keep it together.

She reached out suddenly, her fingers curling around my wrist. That simple touch made my breath hitch.

"I don’t want to hurt you, Nathan," she said, her voice trembling. "I’m just confused."

I slowly sat beside her. My hands rested on my knees, not trusting myself to reach for her just yet.

"I get it," I muttered, barely above a whisper. "One month... and after that. No more sharing. No more confusion."

She nodded quickly, tears slipping again down her cheeks. "Okay. I promise."

That was it. That one word—promise—broke something in me. Or maybe... healed it a little.

Without thinking, I reached up and brushed away her tears, my thumb soft against her cheek. Her skin was warm beneath my fingers. Too warm. Too familiar.

Her lips parted, her breathing shallow.

My hand moved to the side of her neck, pulling her gently closer. She didn’t resist.

"I hate that I still want to kiss you," I whispered, my voice rough with emotion.

"Then kiss me," she whispered back. "Please."

That was all it took.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers, slow and soft at first. Her hands grabbed the front of my shirt, and she kissed me back like she’d been waiting for it. Like she needed it to breathe.

My fingers slid into her hair, pulling her in closer as my mouth deepened against hers. She whimpered softly, and the sound sent a jolt straight through me. I kissed her harder, with more hunger, more frustration, more pain... and still, it wasn’t enough.

She climbed into my lap without thinking, straddling me. Her legs wrapped around my waist as our kiss grew wilder, more desperate. Her hands tangled in my hair while mine gripped her waist, holding her like I was afraid she’d vanish.

I pulled back just enough to look at her, my forehead resting against hers, both of us panting.

"We should stop here, Hailee," I murmured. "I can’t control myself... not when it’s you."

"I don’t want you to stop," she whispered, her fingers running down my chest, trembling. "Not tonight."

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