Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One-Chapter 40: Angry

Hailee’s POV

Every part of me screamed at me to stop. To remember my plan. To walk away before I lost myself in him completely.

But my heart didn’t care.

My body didn’t listen.

I moaned softly into the kiss, my fingers curling in Nathan’s hair as his arms wrapped around me, tight and possessive.

With effortless strength, he lifted me off the floor, and I gasped—instinctively wrapping my legs around his waist.

He carried us toward the bed, our lips locked, breath tangling, hearts pounding.

The kiss deepened—hungry, desperate, full of all the feelings we were trying to hide.

His hands held me like I was something breakable, but his mouth claimed me like he couldn’t breathe without me.

When he finally laid me down, the warmth of his body hovered over mine, his eyes searching mine.

And just for a moment... he pulled back.

Like he was giving me a choice.

Like he was afraid if he kept going, there’d be no turning back.

But I didn’t want to turn back.

So I reached for him—my trembling hands sliding behind his neck, pulling him down to me again.

The kiss resumed, even more intense this time.

His fingers moved with care, brushing over the straps of my dress, sliding it down my arms.

He paused for a second—giving me time to stop him.

I didn’t.

He pulled the dress away, and I was left in just my bra and underwear beneath him.

My chest rose and fell in shallow breaths as he leaned down and kissed the skin just above my heart... then lower... and lower.

Soft, reverent kisses traced over my collarbone, the curve of my waist, the dip of my stomach.

My skin burned under his touch, and I couldn’t hold back the gasp that spilled from my lips.

My nipples hardened under the thin fabric of my bra, my body arching toward him involuntarily.

But then—

He stopped.

His lips stopped.

His breathing grew heavier.

And when I looked into his eyes... I saw it.

Restraint.

Conflict.

Emotion.

He pressed his forehead against my shoulder, his hand gently squeezing my hip.

"I want you so badly it hurts," he whispered against my skin. "But not like this. Not when you’re still not sure."

I froze... then slowly nodded.

Because he was right.

Even if my body screamed yes, my mind was still catching up.

And it was nice of Nathan to stop.

He moved away and fell back on the bed beside me... both of us panting, our hearts racing, our eyes locked on the ceiling above.

A heavy silence lingered between us as we both lay there, breathing heavily, our eyes still fixed on the ceiling.

I could still feel the ghost of his hands on my skin, the heat of his mouth trailing over me, the weight of what almost happened pressing down like a stone on my chest.

My heart raced.

What the hell was I doing?

What was I feeling?

I swallowed hard, trying to push the heat from my cheeks.

I couldn’t even look at him.

His scent was everywhere. His presence was overwhelming.

And I hated how much I didn’t want to leave.

But I had to.

This wasn’t part of the plan.

I sat up slowly, grabbing my dress and tugging it back over my body.

My hands were shaking.

Nathan turned to look at me, his brows drawing together. "Hailee..."

I didn’t let him finish.

"We should pretend this never happened," I said quietly, without looking at him.

Nathan went quiet, but I could tell he wanted to speak.

But He didn’t. And that silence hurt worse.

"I just..." I stood, smoothing down my dress, avoiding his eyes. "It was a mistake."

A beautiful, messy, heart-thudding mistake.

Nathan sat up then, still shirtless, but made no move to stop me.

I took a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

"Goodbye, Nathan."

And before I could change my mind, I turned around and walked out the door, ignoring the ache blooming in my chest.

By the time I got home, the sun was already out.

The walk hadn’t helped clear my mind—it only made it worse.

Every step I took away from Nathan made the ache in my chest heavier, more real.

I was still trying to steady my breath, still feeling the weight of his hands and the heat of his kiss... when I turned the corner to my house—

And froze. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Callum was standing at my front door, arms folded, face drawn in a deep frown.

Shit.

His nose twitched subtly, and then he sniffed the air once—twice—and I saw it.

The exact moment he caught Nathan’s scent on me.

His jaw clenched.

His shoulders stiffened.

My heart plummeted.

"Callum..." I began, my voice barely a whisper.

He didn’t say anything for a moment. Just stared at me, his eyes narrowing slightly—pain flashing across his face before it was quickly masked.

"When you didn’t come back to class," he said, his tone low but edged with anger, "I thought something was wrong."

I swallowed hard.

It felt like a brick lodged in my throat.

"I tried texting you. Calling you. You didn’t respond."

I looked down, unable to meet his eyes. "I—I wasn’t feeling well."

"That’s a lie"

I tensed.

He took a slow step toward me, his voice low but full of rage. "You left school to be with him... didn’t you?"

I didn’t answer.

Because I didn’t have to.

The scent on me said it all.

And from the way his lips pressed together in a hard line, from the way his eyes darkened just slightly... I knew he had his answer.

"You were with Nathan," he said flatly.

Still, I said nothing.

I just stood there like a damn coward, my fingers gripping the side of my dress too tightly.

Disappointment and pain settled over his face.

Then he gave a bitter laugh under his breath and shook his head. "Right. Of course."

He turned like he was about to leave.

But I reached out, guilt squeezing my chest. "Callum—wait—"

He looked at me again, pain flickering behind his anger.

"Don’t," he said. "Just... stay away from me Hailee."

Then he walked away.

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