Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 22

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.

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