Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One

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.