Sugarlitics

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.

Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One

I should have told him to leave. I should have shut the door in his face and walked away. But somehow… I didn't. I didn't know when my hand moved—or why my body betrayed me—but I stepped aside and let him in.

The moment he entered, his eyes swept over the living room, scanning like he was searching for something, or someone.

"She hasn't returned from the packhouse," I said quietly, answering the unspoken question about my mother.

He gave a small nod, then turned to face me.

For a long, heavy moment, neither of us spoke.

Thick, suffocating silence hung in the air, making it difficult to breathe properly.

He stood there for another moment, then let out a quiet breath.

"I should go," he said finally, his voice low. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

I nodded slowly, though something inside me twisted. I didn't know why I wanted him to stay, but I said nothing.

Caught