Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One-Chapter 22: Mad At Me

Callum’s POV

I abruptly ended the call and let out a frustrated groan, tossing my phone onto the passenger seat.

Damn it. I hadn’t planned on starting my day like this. Honestly, I just wanted to see Hailee... maybe take her out for breakfast, learn more about her.

So, without thinking twice, I started the car and headed straight for her place. Maybe if I saw her I would get back my sanity because throughout last night I couldn’t... I kept replaying the kiss we shared in my head... and all I wanted was to see her again. But fate had other plans.

Just as I turned down her street and slowed in front of their building, I saw someone coming out from the side. Tall. Black hoodie. Messy dark hair. I knew that walk. Nathan Dominic. He didn’t even notice my car. He took the opposite path and disappeared down the other road.

My frown deepened as I watched him walk away. He had just come out of her house, this early in the morning. My hands tightened on the steering wheel. He’d spent the night with her. I blinked hard, fighting the sting rising behind my eyes. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but the evidence was right there in front of me.

I looked back at the phone, hoping she would call back and explain herself to me... explain the situation... I was hoping she would call back and tell me what I thought wasn’t true, that I was mistaken. I waited. Parked a little down the road, eyes glued to my phone, hoping—begging—for it to ring.

For her name to flash across the screen. For her voice to come through and tell me what I saw was wrong. That Nathan hadn’t spent the night with her. That he just came by early for some reason. Anything. But my phone stayed silent. No call. No message. Nothing.

After a while, I sighed heavily and started the engine. My chest felt tight the whole ride back home. My mind wouldn’t stop spinning with images of them together. I walked into my room, shut the door behind me, and dropped onto the bed like all the strength had left my body.

Still nothing from her. I picked up my phone again, scrolling through our messages... circling back... checking if maybe something didn’t deliver or I missed a text. Nothing. Just that last call I made. I set the phone down beside me and stared at the ceiling, my thoughts loud and messy.

Why won’t she just explain? That’s all I needed. One explanation to calm my mind. My chest started to feel tight, my breathing uneven. I rubbed my hands over my face, sitting up slowly. There was this weird pressure building inside me... I didn’t want to believe it, but the silence made it harder not to.

Panic crept in. What if she chose him? What if I was just... too late?

I stood up and began pacing around the room... I was panicking and even scared... I needed to talk to her... I needed to see her... I wanted her... goodness, I have never wanted anything like I want her throughout my life. I sat back on the bed, not knowing what to do.

"Call her... she is still your guide, remember?" my wolf suggested. I thought for a while as a thought came to my head. I didn’t care if it sounded stupid —I just needed to hear her voice. I needed a reason to talk to her... anything. So I picked up my phone, hit call, and waited.

When she answered, I didn’t even give her a chance to speak. "I don’t know how to use my dishwasher," I said sharply. "And I’ve never used it before." There was silence on the line. Long and thick. I could feel her hesitating. And I pressed on.

"You’re my guide, aren’t you?" I added, my tone rougher than I intended. "It’s part of your job to help me."

Still quiet. Then finally, she said in a calm, distant voice, "I’ll be there in an hour."

Click. She hung up. I stared at the phone for a second, unsure if I felt better or worse.

But I waited. I cleaned up the mess in the living room, paced a little, even changed my shirt three times for no reason. My heart wouldn’t calm down. Exactly an hour later, there was a knock at the door. I opened it.

Hailee stood there. Her face was calm... but not warm. Not like yesterday. Not like when we kissed. It was like a wall had gone up between us. Her eyes met mine for a moment, unreadable, and then she stepped past me without a word.

She walked into the kitchen, went straight to the dishwasher, and knelt to open it. "This is the power button," she said coolly, not even glancing back at me. "You load the plates in this rack, glasses go here. You add detergent in this compartment. Close it, pick your setting, and press start."

She didn’t stop there. She moved to the microwave, the oven, the fridge. She explained every little button like I was a total idiot. Her voice was flat. Cold. Angry. She wasn’t just showing me appliances. She was making a point... a point that she was mad at me.

I leaned against the wall, arms folded, watching her. Not because I didn’t understand the instructions. But because I was trying to figure out why she was angry at me when I should be the one angry.

She kept moving around the kitchen explaining every little details.

Finally, she turned around and faced me. Her expression was unreadable, her tone blank. "If that’s all, I’ll take my leave now." She turned, already walking toward the door.

"No," I said quickly, stepping in front of her. Before she could react, I reached out, picked her up by the waist, and sat her gently on the kitchen counter.

She frowned and tried to get down, but I stood in front of her, blocking the way. "What is going on with you?" I asked, frustrated. "Why are you mad at me?"

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