Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Walk In

Hailee’s POV

The door creaked open slowly under my hand. The moment I stepped inside, the warmth of the room hit me—but it wasn’t comforting. It was suffocating. Heavy. Thick with the sharp, unmistakable scent of sweat and sex.

I took one cautious step forward, the tray trembling in my hands, my gaze sweeping across the dimly lit room. The sound struck me first—wet, rhythmic. Low, breathy moans tangled with harsh, guttural whispers. Skin slapping against skin.

My brows furrowed. My heart skipped a beat. My gaze flicked up—confused, unprepared—and that’s when I saw them. A woman, bent over the table, gripping the edge like her life depended on it. Her eyes were shut tight, mouth open in a silent cry. And behind her—thrusting into her with slow, deep rolls of his hips—was a young man. His hands gripped her hips like he owned her. Like he didn’t care who saw.

For a second, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. My feet were rooted to the floor as my brain tried to process what I was looking at. Then... he looked up. Straight at me. His eyes met mine—deep brown, emotionless. There was no panic. No shame. Just a slow, deliberate smirk, as if he wanted me to see. I swallowed hard and turned to leave, but his deep, commanding voice froze me in place.

"Stop."

I stopped. But I didn’t turn around. My hands tightened on the tray, and I could hear movement behind me—the soft rustle of clothes, the creak of the table... and the woman’s voice.

"Please... let me cum," she begged, her voice breathy and desperate.

The young man chuckled. "Some other time, darling. And thank you... for the welcome gift."

Welcome gift? I frowned. Was... that what the sex was? A gift for his arrival? A wave of disgust and confusion rolled over me. I wanted to walk away, pretend I hadn’t seen anything—but again, his voice stopped me.

"Turn around."

I frowned at his rudeness but turned around only to realize he was completely naked and wasn’t trying to cover up. I looked away and now that the girl was turned around I realized it was Alicia, the head warrior’s daughter. Our eyes met, and she stared at me with a hateful glare like I just spoilt the fun.

My heart pounded as I stepped forward with the tray, trying not to look at either of them.

"My coffee," the man said, reaching for the cup like nothing had just happened.

I handed it to him with shaking hands. He took a long sip, his dark brown eyes still on me. Then he spoke again, casually, but with curiosity this time.

"What’s your name?"

Before I could answer, Alicia scoffed loudly.

"Why do you want her name? She’s just an omega."

Her words angered me. I bit my lip, trying not to react. But something in the man’s face shifted instantly. He turned his full attention to me now, his brow furrowing.

"You’re... an omega?" he asked, like he couldn’t believe it.

I nodded slowly. Then his face changed completely. The curiosity vanished—and something colder took its place. Hate. He stared at me like I’d personally insulted him just by standing there. I didn’t know what I’d done. Didn’t understand where the hate came from. He looked at me like I was nothing. Like I had done something terrible to him. I didn’t understand why. Sure, some people didn’t like omegas because of the low ranking, but this felt different. His hate ran deep. Like he had a personal reason.

He scoffed. "Omegas," he muttered under his breath, like it was a curse.

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