Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24: His Cousin

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.

The place was quiet. Too quiet.

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

A sound. Low. Rough. A moan.

I paused, eyebrows furrowed. Then I heard it again... clearer this time, echoing softly from the bathroom.

My name. He was moaning my name.

My entire body stilled. Shock hit me first, quickly followed by confusion... and then something warmer. Hotter.

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

The bathroom door was cracked open just a little, steam drifting out from the shower. And there he was... his silhouette faintly visible through the frosted glass, his back arched slightly as another soft groan escaped his lips.

"Hailee..."

My breath caught in my throat.

My instincts screamed at me to turn around, to walk out quietly and pretend I hadn’t seen or heard a thing. But I couldn’t move. Not when I was frozen between embarrassment, disbelief... and something I wasn’t ready to name yet.

The door creaked. He listened it.

Suddenly, the sound of water stopped. A beat of silence.

Then the door flung open.

Callum stood there—half-wet, breathing heavy, eyes wide in horror as they locked with mine.

Neither of us spoke. The silence between us now felt heavier than ever.

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.

Then 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.

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...

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