Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193: Feelings still here

Hailee’s POV

The boys were shown into their room, and it was Oliver who lit up the moment the door opened. His eyes widened, shining with excitement as he rushed forward.

"He got us a PlayStation?!" he gasped, running straight to the shelf where the shiny black console sat. His hands hovered over it like it was treasure. "Mama, look—it’s a PS5! And there are games already here!"

He turned back to me, his whole face glowing with joy. "Can I play it now? Please?"

I managed a small smile at his excitement, but my chest tightened when I looked at his brothers. Oscar stood stiff by the bed, his arms crossed, his jaw set like stone. Ozzy stayed quiet, his fingers brushing lightly over a stack of books that had been neatly placed on the table. They weren’t smiling. Not even a little.

Oliver didn’t notice. He was too wrapped up in the console, bouncing on his toes. "Mama, he even got us new controllers. Two of them! No—three! We can all play together!"

Ozzy’s lips pressed tight. "I don’t care about games," he muttered, his voice low. "This doesn’t change anything."

Oscar scoffed, his tone sharp. "Exactly. He thinks he can buy us." His green eyes flicked toward me, and the hurt in them was sharper than his words. "I don’t like it."

Oliver spun toward them, his face flushing red. "You’re just being stubborn! Alpha Callum actually thought of us. He gave us more than Nathan ever did!"

"Don’t say that!" Oscar snapped, his voice rising. "Nathan saved us. None of this would even matter if it weren’t for him."

Ozzy shook his head, glancing through a Chapter of a book. "You’re both wrong. None of this matters. Toys, games, food—what Mama needs is peace. And that won’t come from fighting or fancy gifts."

Their voices clashed, rising louder in the room, their faces set hard against each other.

I pressed a hand to my chest, the pain spreading deeper. Goddess, even here... even now... they couldn’t agree.

"Boys," I said softly at first, but they didn’t hear me.

"Stop it!" Oliver shouted, his fists clenched. "Just admit you’re jealous because you wanted it too!"

Oscar stepped forward, his face red. "I’m not jealous! I just don’t trust him!"

Ozzy snapped, "And neither should Mama!"

That was enough.

"Enough!" I cried, my voice sharp, breaking through their fight.

They froze, their chests rising and falling fast, their eyes still burning at each other.

I looked at all three of them, my heart heavy. "Stop this now. You are brothers. You do not fight over me. Not over them. Not ever."

Slowly, they lowered their eyes, guilt flickering in their faces.

I sighed, brushing a trembling hand over my hair. "Listen to me. No matter what’s in this room, no matter what any of these men give us, I will not let it break you apart. We are a family. We stay together. Always."

Oliver’s lip quivered, but he nodded first. Then Ozzy. Finally, Oscar—though his jaw was still tight.

I drew them close, hugging all three tightly against me. Their bodies were stiff at first, but then, slowly, they sank into me.

Still, as I held them, I couldn’t shake the thought that haunted me—things were getting worse, and I didn’t know how much longer I could keep us all together. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

I pulled back from the hug, brushing the hair from Oscar’s face, then Oliver’s, then Ozzy’s. Their eyes were still hot with anger, but they were quiet now.

"Go and wash up," I told them gently, though my voice carried a firmness they couldn’t disobey. "Take your baths and prepare for the night. I’ll be back soon. And listen to me—no fighting. Not even a word against each other. Do you understand?"

They nodded, though not at the same time. Oliver muttered a small, "Yes, Mama," while Ozzy clutched his book tighter. Oscar just gave a stiff nod.

I kissed each of their heads. "Good. I’ll come check on you in a while."

With that, I rose to my feet and left the room, pulling the door shut behind me. My heart was still heavy, but at least they were quiet for now.

I turned the corner toward the chamber that had been given to me. My thoughts were thick, swirling—about the boys, about this house, about tomorrow and the months to come. I was so lost in them that I didn’t notice Callum right away.

He was leaning against the wall beside my door, arms crossed over his broad chest, his head tilted slightly as if he had been waiting for me. The light from the sconces played over his sharp jaw, the stormy depth of his eyes.

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