To everyone in the Full Moon Pack, Hailee Stones was just an omega, the quiet daughter of the pack house cook. No one ever guessed she was more than that. As an omega, she was often overlooked, belittled, and disrespected, especially by Nathan, the Alpha’s son. He always singled her out, teasing and tormenting her in ways she couldn’t understand. Why did he bother to notice someone like her at all?

Everything began to change when Callum, the Alpha heir of the Nightshade Pack, transferred to Moonridge Academy to finish his final year. The school was located in Full Moon Pack territory, and Hailee was surprisingly chosen to be his guide.

But they weren’t the only ones to cross paths. Nathan's cousin, Dane, the charming and mysterious Beta heir of the Snowmoon Pack, known for always getting what he wanted, also took a sudden interest in her. Dane, who had never glanced twice at an omega before, seemed drawn to the fiery girl who refused to bow her head.

Things escalated quickly.

Soon, all three young heirs, Nathan, Callum, and Dane, were fighting for her attention. The tension between them grew unbearable, and Hailee was caught in the middle, torn and confused by her feelings for each of them.

Then, just a week before her eighteenth birthday, everything changed.

Hailee slept with all three of them… on the very same day.

And the very next morning, she vanished without a trace.

Ten years later, Hailee returned to the Full Moon Pack. But she wasn’t alone.

She came back with three boys, triplets, each bearing a startling resemblance to one of the men she had left behind.

Now Nathan, Callum, and Dane each claim that at least one of the boys is their son, if not all three.

As for Hailee? She has no idea who the true father or fathers are.

The hall froze. Not a single breath moved. My words hung there, sharp and heavy.


Gasps erupted, whispers broke out like sparks catching dry leaves. Elders shifted uncomfortably in their seats, their eyes wide with shock. My brother stiffened beside Father, disbelief hardening his features.


Robert's smile vanished. His jaw clenched as he stared at me, his brows drawn in deep, dark lines. His voice came low, edged with disbelief.


I stood taller, though my heart hammered like a war drum. "You heard me." My eyes swept across every face in the hall, daring them to meet mine. "I am not untouched. I am not your perfect little virgin bride."


Gasps deepened. The Queen of the West brought her hand to her lips, her eyes sharp with disdain. Murmurs thickened around the hall like a rising storm.


Father shot to his feet; his aura filled the air. His voice boomed.


Chapter 135 - The Truth