Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One Chapter 120: What Have You Done

Hailee’s POV

I dragged myself out of bed, my body still trembling, and crossed the room. My fingers fumbled as I yanked my bag from the closet. One by one, I shoved clothes inside, not even folding them, just stuffing them in. It wasn’t like I would be needing any of these clothes anyway.

My throat tightened as the truth sank in—I was returning to the life of royalty. I rembered four years ago when I was practically begging, crying for any other punishnt rather than being sent away, and now, after four years, I was going back ho, yet it felt like stepping into the dungeon again. I would give anything just to stay here, to keep pretending I was the oga everyone believed to be. Swallowing hard, I thought of Lila. She had been my best friend since I ca to the Full Moon Pack, and she knew so of my secrets—though not all. I couldn’t just vanish on her. She deserved to know I was leaving.

My hands shook as I grabbed my phone and pressed Lila’s na. The line barely rang before she answered.

"Hailee?" Her voice was groggy; I had woken her even though it was already past 10 a.m.

I swallowed, my voice trembling. "Lila... I’m leaving. It’s ti."

There was a sharp pause, the sound of her quick breath cutting through the line. "What? Hailee, no—you can’t just—" Her voice pitched higher, almost panicked. "I’m coming over. Right now. Don’t move until I get there."

"Lila—" I started, but she had already ended the call.

I lowered the phone with a shaky exhale, my heart hamring. My bag was half-zipped when the sound of the doorknob turning froze in place. My stomach dropped. The door creaked open.

And there she was.

My mother.

Her sharp eyes swept the room, landing on the half-packed bag, then on —still trembling, hair ssy, lips swollen from Dane’s kiss. Her expression hardened instantly, suspicion tightening her features.

"Hailee," she said slowly, her eyes raking all over . "What have you done?" Her voice wasn’t raised, but I could hear the panic and fear in her tone.

Without being told, I knew she already knew I was no longer a virgin, and she knew the implications of my act. I frowned and looked away while pretending to pack my things. Mother stepped fully into the room, moving carefully toward . She reached and laid her hands on my arms, not gripping, just holding.

"Hailee... what have you done?" she whispered again. "You’re in trouble now. If they find out—if they know—you’ll be punished."

Her words hit . I swallowed hard, forcing myself to look away, pretending to focus on the half-packed bag, but my fingers shook too much to continue.

"Why, Hailee?" she pressed, her voice trembling with worry. "Why would you risk everything? Don’t you understand the weight of what you’ve done?"

I turned to her then, my eyes burning. "Because I can’t do it," I said fiercely, though my voice trembled. "I don’t want to marry Robert. I won’t. This... this was my only way out. And I don’t regret it."

Mother exhaled. Her hand slid down to grip mine, her touch trembling. The sorrow in her eyes made my chest ache. For the first ti, guilt hit . I knew what my decision ant. Not just for —but for her. She might suffer for this. She might be punished because of . My throat tightened, and I whispered hoarsely, "I’m sorry, Mother. I’m so sorry... I didn’t an for this to hurt you."

Her head shook quickly, fiercely, as if to silence . "Don’t be sorry for ," she said softly. "I am not worried about myself. I am worried about you, Hailee. Always you. They can do what they want to ; I don’t care. But you—" Her voice caught, her eyes glistening. "You are precious to ."

Her words shattered completely. My chest caved, hot tears blurring my vision as I gripped her hand tighter, wishing I could take back the pain I caused her. But it was too late. The damage was already done.

"I’m sorry, sorry, Mother," I whispered, tearing up.

She nodded, forcing a weak smile. "It’s alright... it’s your life, and you have the right to make any decision you need."

Her words soothed , like cool water poured over burning coals. Her support ant everything, and I was so grateful I had it.

"So... did you tell them?" Mother asked gently.

I shook my head quickly, wiping away my tears. "No... I couldn’t," I whispered. "If I tell them, they won’t let go. They’ll force to stay, and it’ll only cause havoc. I don’t want them dragged into this, not because of ."

Mother’s expression softened even more, though her worry never left. She cupped my cheek, her thumb brushing away a tear. "They’ll be so heartbroken, Hailee. You know that, don’t you?"

Her words twisted deep inside , but I bit my lip, forcing myself not to break completely. Then she hesitated, as if weighing whether she should speak. Finally, she said quietly, "Earlier today... I saw Nathan at the packhouse."

I blinked at her, startled. "Nathan?"

She nodded slowly, her lips pressing together. "Yes. He stopped in the hallway. And do you know what he said?" Her eyes searched mine, as if unsure how I’d take it.

Unease rolled through . "Does he know we are leaving?"

She shook her head.

My stomach knotted. "What... what did he say?"

Mother let out a shaky breath, almost as if she couldn’t believe it herself. "He told he loves you, Hailee. That he wants to ask for your hand in marriage."

I froze, staring at her. Shock rippled through . "He—what?" The word tumbled out of my mouth.

"I was just as shocked," she admitted, nodding slowly. "But he was serious. He said once you turn eighteen in two months, he wants to marry you. He even asked for my blessing—my permission."