Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Arriving With Dane

Hailee’s POV

I stood in front of my wardrobe, my arms crossed, while I bit the inside of my cheek. An old habit of mine, which I do whenever I am in deep thought.

So many outfits lay out before me... yet none felt right. My hand hovered over the usual—plain skirts, worn-out tops, nothing too bold. Nothing that would catch attention.

But then... my eyes landed on it. Tucked neatly in the back, untouched since the day I got it. A customized fitted dress. Red. Long sleeves, off-shoulder. The fabric smooth like silk, hugging every curve without being too much. Classy, expensive, almost royalty.

It was gifted to me on my seventeenth birthday by people I never wanted anything to do with. I had almost thrown it away that same night. Almost. But Mama stopped me. She said it was too beautiful to waste. I just dumped it. I had never worn it. Never even touched the other gifts they sent. I kept them hidden, unused, locked away.

But tonight... maybe I didn’t care. Maybe I wanted to remind the world that I could still be something—someone—even if they think I came from nothing.

I slipped it on. It fit perfectly, like it was made for me. The dress fell just above my knees, soft and flattering, hugging my waist. It whispered elegance with every movement.

I stared at my reflection and let out a slow breath.

I looked... different.

Not like a cook’s daughter.

Not like an omega.

People would talk. I knew that.

They’d whisper, stare, wonder how someone like me could wear something like this.

But I didn’t care.

Let them wonder. Let them choke on their jealousy if they want. I pulled my hair into a simple half-up style, brushed on some lip balm, and added a faint shimmer to my cheeks. Nothing too loud, just enough.

I was about to check myself one last time when my phone buzzed. I reached for it and saw the message from an unsaved number.

"Hi... it’s Dane... I’m outside."

My eyes narrowed. How did he get my number and my address this fast? I inhaled deeply, glanced at my reflection one final time, grabbed my bag, and stepped out.

Mom wasn’t home—she’d been called to help cook for the bonfire festival. I hoped she’d get to enjoy it too, just for once.

Stepping outside my home, the cool evening breeze brushed against my skin, but it wasn’t the wind that gave me chills. It was him. Dane Blackwell.

He leaned against a sleek, black power bike like he stepped out of a movie. He was dressed head to toe in black—fitted jeans, black shirt, leather jacket. And in his arms? Two helmets.

My lips parted slightly. Damn. He looked dangerous. Hot. Deadly. His gaze lifted the second he heard the door, and when his eyes met mine, I saw him freeze. Actually freeze. His eyes scanned me from head to toe—slowly, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. And then... a small smirk curled on his lips, soft but very real.

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