Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One

Hailee’s POV

I stared at him with furrowed brows. Was he really serious... or was this some kind of twisted joke?

"Are you serious right now?" I asked, folding my arms.

He nodded, his expression unreadable but serious. "I’m Dane Blackwell. I keep to my word. Come to the bonfire with me, and I’ll grant any request of yours."

I let out a laugh. "So if I said I wanted the head of your father, you’d just hand it over?"

Without missing a beat, he replied, "I’d love to. Is that what you want?"

I froze.

Wait—was he joking? But the look in his eyes told me he wasn’t. Not even a little. He meant it. I blinked, suddenly unsure how to respond. "I... I was kidding."

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"I wasn’t," he said simply.