Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Jealous?

Nathan’s POV

I couldn’t explain the anger boiling inside me as I banged on Callum’s apartment door.

When Hailee said she was with him—just casually, like it was nothing—something snapped in me. A possessive feeling surged through my chest, wild and out of control.

I tried to be rational. I really did. But different, slippery scenarios buzzed through my head, each one more maddening than the last.

I imagined her in his arms.

I imagined him kissing her—tasting those lips I just had not long ago.

I imagined him pulling her onto his bed, her fiery hair splayed across his pillow, while he touched her like she was his.

My fists curled tight at my sides.

No. She wasn’t his. She couldn’t be.

She was mine—even if I never said it, even if I kept pretending otherwise. No one else could touch her. Especially not him.

I banged on the door again, louder. "Hailee! Open the fucking door!"

No response.

My jaw tightened as I growled low in my throat. If Callum laid even a finger on her—if he dared to—

The door handle rattled.

Finally, it cracked open, and there she was.

Hailee.

Hair a little messy. Cheeks flushed. Lip caught between her teeth like she’d been biting it nervously.

And behind her...

Callum stood.

Looking way too calm. freёwebnovel-com

Too smug.

I took one step forward, my eyes burning straight into hers. "What the hell are you doing here?"

She opened her mouth, but I cut her off, my voice harsh. "You’re a library keeper, not his housemaid."

"I’m his guide, Nathan," she snapped, arms folding across her chest. "He asked for help and I—"

"You’re his guide in school," I spat. "Not in his bed."

Her brows shot up. "Excuse me?"

I glanced past her at Callum again, then back at her. "Just one day, Hailee. One fucking day, and you’re already in his apartment. Cooking for him. Playing house. What’s next—sharing a bed?"

Callum stepped closer, jaw clenched. "Back off, man."

I ignored him. My attention was on her, and only her.

"Are you that desperate for a man?" I hissed, my words sharp and cruel before I could stop them. "You should’ve fucking told me. As your Alpha, I would’ve pinned you to the wall and fucked you myself."

The second the words left my mouth, I regretted them. But it was too late.

Her hand cracked across my face before I even saw it coming.

Slap.

The sting burned instantly. My head snapped slightly to the side, my jaw tightening with the impact. Not from pain—no, from the shock.

I’d just been slapped.

By a woman.

By an Omega.

I growled low, the sound rumbling deep from my chest as I slowly turned my face back to her. Rage twisted in my gut—but not at her. At myself. At how much she mattered to me. At how much it hurt seeing her in someone else’s space.

But I didn’t lash out. I didn’t yell.

Instead, I met her eyes and said, calm and deadly, "You’re coming with me."

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