Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36: Worried

Hailee’s POV

I watched Nathan walk away with Beta Marcus, and something inside me twisted painfully. I shouldn’t be this worried. I shouldn’t care this much. But I did. The look on Beta Marcus’s face wasn’t good. He was angry—and that anger was clearly aimed at Nathan.

My heart sank.

What happened?

Did something go wrong at the pack house?

Was it because of me?

"Are you okay?" Callum’s voice pulled me back. He was still seated beside me, concern softening the usual edge in his tone.

I nodded quickly, forcing a smile. "Yeah... yeah, I’m fine."

I wasn’t.

Not even close.

"Let’s continue," I added, trying to redirect both our focus. I flipped the book open to the last page we’d stopped at and pointed at the diagram we were discussing before the interruption. "So, this part here—"

But my eyes kept flickering to the door Nathan had walked out of, hoping he would walk back in. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

The whispers began almost immediately, low murmurs spreading like wildfire across the room.

"I bet he pissed off Alpha Dominic again," someone muttered from a few seats back.

"Yeah," another voice chimed in. "His dad loves him, no doubt. But when he wants to punish him? You’ll thank the goddess you’re not Nathan."

There were quiet sighs and nervous glances.

"That guy is under serious pressure," one of Nathan’s close friends added. "Alpha-to-be or not, no one escapes Dominic’s wrath when he’s angry."

My stomach churned.

Then the Beta’s daughter, Helen, whispered to her friend. "There was this one time Nathan disobeyed his father," she said. "He was forced to run around the training field in full gear... for hours."

Her friend gasped. "No way."

"I swear. I saw it. He nearly passed out by the end of it."

I swallowed hard, my hands tightening around the book. Why did this feel like my fault? Why did it feel like I was the reason he was being pulled into this?

"If you keep holding it like that, you’re going to tear the page," Callum said gently.

Only then did I realize how tightly my fingers were digging into the book. I quickly let go, my eyes widening slightly as I loosened my grip.

He sighed and slid the book away from me, closing it with one hand. "You don’t have to keep pretending to teach me, Hailee. Clearly, your mind’s not here."

I opened my mouth to speak, to deny it—but the look on his face stopped me. He wasn’t smiling anymore. There was no teasing in his tone. Just quiet hurt.

His voice lowered, just enough so no one else could hear. "If you’re this bothered about Nathan, why don’t you go after him?"

I blinked, stunned.

"I mean, clearly you care," he added with a short laugh that didn’t sound amused. "So why sit here worrying yourself sick?"

"Callum..."

He shook his head, cutting me off. "Look, I get it. His father is angry at him. But he’s not going to die, Hailee. His father might be harsh, but he’s not going to kill his own son."

His words weren’t cruel. They were honest. Bitter, but honest. Still, I could see it—just behind his calm expression. He was angry. He was hurting. And I didn’t know what to say to fix it.

So I said nothing.

And that silence? It said everything.

I looked down at my hands, unable to meet his gaze anymore. Guilt crawled up my spine like a weight I couldn’t shake.

Before either of us could say anything more, the classroom door opened. Dane walked in, casual as ever, his backpack slung over one shoulder, his eyes scanning the room.

They landed on me.

Then flicked briefly to Callum, then back at me. I frowned at him, wondering what he was doing here. I thought he was in the pack for a visit... I never expected him to start schooling here.

Suddenly, the energy in the room shifted. The quiet gasps. The fluttering whispers. The unmistakable reaction of half the girls in class suddenly sitting up straighter, adjusting their hair, biting their lips.

"Oh my goddess, who is that?"

"He’s hot. Like... insanely hot."

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