Desired By Three Alphas Fated To One (Hailee) novel Chapter 275

Dane's POV

The healer stood frozen for a moment, her eyes wide in pure shock.

"Y-your… mate?" she stammered, glancing at the unconscious woman on my bed like she was seeing a miracle. "Alpha Dane… are you certain?"

I didn't even blink.

"Yes," I said firmly. "I'm certain."

My wolf growled in approval, pacing inside me like a protective beast ready to tear down mountains.

The healer swallowed, shook herself out of her trance, and rushed to the bed. She placed her bag down and leaned over my mate, checking her pulse, her breathing, and her skin temperature.

All the while, I couldn't stop staring at her.

My mate.

Her lashes fluttered slightly when the healer lifted her wrist. Her lips parted softly when the healer checked her breathing. A quiet whimper escaped her throat when the healer touched the silver collar.

The healer hissed softly. "Who put this on her?"

"Alpha Malvin," I said sharply. "Or someone from his pack."

Her face twisted with disgust. "This is forbidden magic. No wolf should wear this."

I clenched my fists until my knuckles. My blood boiled just imagining someone forcing this on her.

The healer touched her forehead gently. "She is exhausted. Severely. Her wolf has been fighting behind this collar, and her human body could not keep up."

"Will she be okay?" I asked quietly.

"Yes," the healer nodded. "She fainted from fatigue, fear, and a suppressed wolf spirit. With rest—and once that collar is removed—she will return to normal."

My chest loosened slightly.

Thank the moon goddess.

The healer packed some herbs into a bowl and placed them on the nightstand. "I will prepare a special tea. Once she wakes, she can take it. She will need plenty of sleep and water."

"Thank you," I murmured.

She bowed slightly, respecting my tone. "Call me if she wakes or if anything changes."

As she walked toward the door, I sat closer to my mate, brushing her hair away from her face again.

My fingers trembled slightly. Why? Because touching her felt unreal. Sacred. Important.

I stared at her for a long moment.

Who was she? Why was she running? Why did Malvin want her? Why was she wearing a collar meant to suppress a wolf?

So many questions. No answers.

Only pain in her eyes… and fear in her scent.

Suddenly—

She moved.

Her fingers twitched. Her lashes fluttered. Her breathing changed.

I leaned closer, heart pounding.

Her eyes opened slowly… wide… scared… confused… darting around the room as if she didn't know where she was.

She shot upright, panicked.

I instantly put a hand on her shoulder—not forceful, not tight, just enough to ground her.

"Hey. Hey… calm down," I said softly. "You're safe. No one will hurt you here."

Her eyes—God, her eyes—finally met mine.

She blinked rapidly, trembling.

"You… you were the man…" she whispered, voice shaking. "Y-you saved me…"

"Yes," I said gently. "I did."

The healer stepped back respectfully. "I will leave you two alone, Alpha."

She slipped out the door quietly.

My mate's eyes darted around again as if checking for danger. Her breathing was uneven, her hands trembling where they rested in her lap.

"It's okay," I repeated softly. "You're safe with me."

She swallowed, finally relaxing a little.

"What's your name?" I asked quietly.

She hesitated, looking down at her hands.

"Lila," she whispered.

"Lila," I repeated softly. "It suits you."

She fidgeted nervously. "Where… where am I?"

"You're in my pack," I answered. "Snow Moon Pack."

Her eyes widened slightly.

"That's… that's far from here."

"Yes," I nodded. "We're nowhere near Malvin."

The moment I said his name, she flinched violently, fear striking her face.

"Please…" she whispered, gripping the blanket. "Please don't send me back to him. Please… please don't let them take me back…"

Her voice cracked into a sob.

My chest burned.

I leaned closer. "Look at me."

She lifted her terrified eyes.

"No one… is sending you anywhere," I said firmly. "Especially not to him."

Her lips trembled as if she didn't believe it.

"I promise you," I whispered, voice deepening with Alpha command. "You are safe."

Gradually, her shoulders loosened, and she let out a shaky breath.

Her scent grew softer again—still sweet, still warm, still intoxicating—but no longer sharp with terror.

I hesitated for a moment… then said the words I knew she needed to hear.

"We're mates."

She froze.

Completely.

Her eyes went wide. Her lips parted. Her breath hitched. Her whole body stiffened.

"M-mates?" she whispered. "But… but that's not possible. I can't be… I can't be mated to an Alpha."

My wolf snarled inside me—angry at her doubt, angry she thought so little of her worth.

"It's possible," I said calmly. "It's real. The only reason you didn't feel it is that your wolf is trapped behind that collar."

She slowly lifted her hand to touch the collar, wincing when the silver burned her fingers.

"It's… a dream," she whispered numbly. "It has to be. This can't be real."

"It's not a dream," I said gently, taking her hand before she burned herself again. "This is real, Lila."

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed.

"Yes."

She leaned forward—slowly—hesitantly—and wrapped her arms around me.

She hugged me.

And my whole world stopped.

Her scent washed over me. Her warmth pushed into my chest. My wolf howled with joy, rolling and wagging his tail like a wild pup.

I closed my eyes and hugged her back, careful not to hurt her, careful not to squeeze too tight even though every instinct wanted to pull her into my body and never let go.

She sniffed softly, her face pressed to my chest.

"You're safe," I murmured into her hair. "No one will ever take you from me."

But before she could speak—

The door BURST open.

My wife stormed into the room.

"So this is it, Dane? You no longer have respect for me? You bring a slut into our home?"

Her words were sharp, ugly, filled with rage.

I felt Lila flinch beside me.

A hot wave of anger exploded inside my chest.

"Watch your mouth, Catherine." My voice dropped, low but authoritative.

But she didn't stop.

She stepped farther into the room, pointing at Lila with pure disgust on her face.

"Who is she, Dane? Another one of your dirty little—"

Before she could finish, Lila whispered shakily:

"W-Who is she?"

Catherine straightened her shoulders proudly.

"I'm his wife," she spat. "His Luna."

The words hit Lila like a physical slap.

She moved away from me immediately, fear and hurt filling her eyes.

"Y-you're… married?" she whispered. Her voice cracked so softly it nearly broke me.

The pain in her eyes…

Her trembling hands…

Her small step backward…

It stabbed straight through my chest.

"Lila, listen—" I moved toward her quickly, desperate for her to understand. "It's not what you think. It's not—"

Catherine tried to talk over me, raising her voice.

"Don't lie to her, Dane! Tell her the truth! Tell her—"

That was it.

I didn't let her finish.

I grabbed Catherine by the arm—not harshly, but firmly enough to stop her from running her mouth—and pulled her away from Lila, out of the room.

Her voice echoed behind me as I dragged her toward the hallway.

"Dane! Let go of me! I am your wife! I am your Luna! You can't treat me like this—"