Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One

Hailee’s POV

"And what?" I asked, my heart already racing like I already knew he was about to drop another bomb. There was a long, tense pause on the other end of the line before Peter finally sighed.

"You’ll be getting married to your fiancé once you get back."

I froze.

Then the words hit.

"What?!" I exploded, nearly dropping the phone. I stood to my feet, pacing in anger. "Peter, are you out of your mind?! I’ll be just eighteen! I’m not doing that—I will not marry some stranger!"

His voice came through the line calm but weary. "Hailee, I know. I really do. I wish I could stop it, but... you know I can’t."

"I’m not ready for marriage!" I snapped. "And I don’t even know who the hell he is! He could be some creepy old man for all I know!"

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Peter chuckled under his breath. "He’s not old. He’s twenty. And he’s... well, he’s actually pretty handsome. He’s a Lycan. The heir to the Eastern Lycan Kingdom."

I blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You’ve met him before. Years ago, during one of the alliance meetings. You probably don’t remember. You were little."

"I don’t care if he’s a Lycan prince or the Moon Goddess herself!" I said fiercely. "I don’t want to marry someone I don’t know. I’m sure I have a mate out there. Once I get my wolf, I’ll be able to feel him. I want to be with my mate. Not someone chosen for me."