Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One

Hailee's POV

The moment I shut the door, I let out a breath I hadn't even realized I'd been holding.

For a second, I couldn't walk. I just leaned back against the wall outside Callum's apartment, my heart racing like I had just run a mile.

What the hell just happened? That kiss… the way he held me… the way I kissed him back.

I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing. I told myself I needed to get to work—but then I remembered.

My phone. Damn it. I'd left it on the kitchen counter.

With a sigh, I turned back, trying to pull myself together. I knocked once. No answer. He was probably in his bedroom and didn't hear—so I opened the door slowly, careful not to make a sound.

The place was quiet. Too quiet. Almost like it was holding its breath.

I stepped inside, heading toward the kitchen when I froze.

A sound. Low. Rough. A moan.

I blinked, confused, standing still in the hallway. Then I heard it again… clearer this time, echoing softly from the closed bathroom.

My name. He was moaning my name.

My entire body stilled. Shock hit me first, crashing into my chest like a wave. Then confusion. And then something warmer. Hotter. Something that made my knees a little weak.

I didn't mean to move. Didn't mean to go closer. But I did.

My steps were slow, quiet. The bathroom door was closed—but not all the way. Just slightly ajar. Just enough to let sound spill out.

I stopped right in front of it, holding my breath.

Then I heard the sink turn on… and a few seconds later, the toilet flush. I froze, pulse thundering.

A second later, the door opened fast—and there he was.

Callum stood there, slightly flushed, breathing heavy. His hair was damp—but not from a shower. His shirt was still on. But his jeans… they were still tight. Still bulging.

My gaze dropped before I could stop myself, just for a second. And then it shot back up.

Our eyes met.

Neither of us spoke. The tension hit like a punch.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. And still, I stood there—heart pounding in my chest, my cheeks on fire, eyes not knowing where to look. I could barely think.

Finally, I found my voice.

"I… I forgot my phone," I whispered, barely able to meet his gaze.

His throat bobbed. "Oh… it should be somewhere," he muttered, stepping aside to give me space.

I didn't move right away. Instead, I just stared at him. The tension between us was thick. Too thick. He knew. I knew. And in that moment, we both knew I'd walked in on something I wasn't supposed to see—but couldn't unsee either.

My gaze flicked downward—just for a second.

His jeans. Still tight. Still bulging. God. Re&a@d ahe.a+d@ and get upd%at*e#s$ at M*$V%*@L#*E@*$M.*P*Y*$R.

I swallowed hard and forced myself to step past him. Our shoulders brushed, and even that tiny contact made my pulse trip over itself.

I bent down to grab the phone off the counter, but his eyes were still on me. I could feel the heat of them on my back.

When I stood up, I didn't turn right away. But then…

Something silly in me rose to the surface.

"Was I that good?"

His breath caught. He froze.

I turned then, phone clutched in my hand, my face burning—but I didn't back down. My gaze met his, steady despite the rapid thudding of my heart.

"You were thinking about me," I said quietly. "Weren't you?"

He swallowed, throat dry. "I—yeah."

Silence stretched again.

Then I stepped closer. So close, I could smell him. Still damp, still warm. Still tense with desire he hadn't gotten to finish.

My eyes dropped to his lips, and everything inside me screamed to kiss him again—but I didn't.

Instead, I leaned in just enough and whispered, "Next time, lock the door."

And with that, I turned and walked out—my legs shaky, my heart racing, heat flooding every inch of my skin.

I continued walking, but the sound of him moaning my name refused to leave my head.

It echoed—over and over—until I felt like I was losing my grip on reality.

Even as I arrived at the pack house. Even as I smiled and exchanged greetings with a few people in the corridor. Even as I climbed the stairs, heading for the library, my mind was still there… with him.

"Hailee?" someone called, snapping me out of it.

I blinked. "Yeah?"

"You okay?" Nadia, one of the omegas, tilted her head at me with a curious look. "You're kind of zoning out."

"Oh. Sorry. Just didn't sleep much," I lied quickly, forcing a smile.

She smiled back, but it was the kind that said she didn't believe me for a second.

"Hey," she added, lowering her voice a little as she leaned closer, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure," I said, grateful for the change of topic.

"Please help me take this coffee to the third room on the second floor? Nathan's cousin arrived late last night, and Alpha said to make sure he's comfortable. I'm swamped trying to fix the kitchen mess before Alpha notices."

I froze. Nathan's cousin?

"Oh… yeah. No problem," I said, masking my surprise as I took the tray from her hands. The cup rattled slightly—I didn't know if it was from how she handed it to me or how my fingers trembled a little.

"Third room, second floor," she reminded, already hurrying away toward the kitchen.

I glanced at the tray, took a slow breath, and climbed the stairs, wondering what Nathan's cousin would be like.

I shook the thoughts of Callum away and focused on the hallway ahead.

Third room.

I reached the door and paused, staring at the polished wood for a second. My fingers curled around the tray a little tighter.

Then, I knocked gently.

A moment of silence.

Then a voice—which sounded like a throaty moan—answered, "Come.... in."

I frowned, confused, but turned the knob and stepped inside, unsure of what to expect… but more confused by the sudden quickening of my heartbeat.