Hailee's POV
After they left, silence filled the room. I turned slowly to my boys.
They weren't little anymore. Not really. Their eyes were sharp, too sharp for their age, and they all looked at me like they were peeling back my skin, searching for the truth I kept hiding.
Oscar crossed his arms, his green eyes narrowing. "Mama… why are all these Alphas fighting over you?" His voice was steady, bold. "What aren't you telling us?"
My heart lurched. "Oscar…" I began, but my throat tightened.
Oliver leaned forward, his brows furrowed. "I don't like it, Mama. You looked scared when they came. Who are they really to you?"
Ozzy, quieter than the rest, asked the question that cut deepest. His brown eyes locked with mine. "And why does each one say we belong to them?"
My lips trembled. I wanted to lie again, to soothe them with half-truths, but before I could, Oscar spoke once more.
