Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13: He Hates Me

Hailee’s POV

"Sorry, I already have a ride," I said coldly and tried to walk past him, but he stepped in front of me again, blocking my path. His face was drawn into a hard frown.

"A ride? From who?" he asked, though the sharpness in his voice made it obvious—he already knew.

I arched a brow and folded my arms. "Callum," I muttered.

Nathan’s frown deepened, and his jaw clenched. "I’m taking you myself."

I scoffed. "No, you’re not. I don’t want to be anywhere near you, Nathan. I want things to go back to how they were before. You hate me, remember? You hate being close to me. So do us both a favor and keep it that way—leave me the hell alone."

I tried to push past him again, but he blocked me once more.

My irritation flared. "Nathan, for goodness’ sake, what do you want from me now? Is this another bet? Tell me—what’s the bet this time? Getting into my pants?"

His eyes widened, taken aback. "What are you talking about?"

I laughed bitterly and spat, "Don’t play dumb. I know about the bet you made with your friends—that you’d kiss me twice. And congratulations, by the way. You won. But I’m not a fool, Nathan. I won’t fall for another one of your pathetic games."

His brows furrowed in confusion. "Hailee, what? That’s not true. Who told you that?"

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. Because he knew I was saying the truth.

Nathan’s brows were still furrowed, his face tight with confusion. "Hailee, I didn’t make any bet with my friends. I swear. I don’t know who told you that, but it’s not—"

A sudden movement to our right cut his words short.

I turned quickly—and froze.

Alpha Dominic. Nathan’s father. Our Alpha.

He stood a few feet away, watching us with unreadable eyes. Instinct took over. I lowered my gaze and bowed my head respectfully.

"Alpha," I murmured.

Nathan straightened, clearly caught off guard too.

I didn’t wait for him to speak.

This was my chance.

Without another word, I stepped around them both and walked briskly toward the exit. My heart was pounding, but I didn’t look back.

The fresh air outside hit me like a relief. I exhaled slowly—only then realizing I’d been holding my breath.

And there he was.

Callum leaned against his car, arms folded, watching me with a blank look. He straightened as I approached.

"You okay?" he asked gently.

I nodded, though my hands were still trembling. "Yeah. Let’s go."

Without a single question, Callum opened the door for me. For a moment, I froze. Callum opening the door was something I hadn’t expected.

"Get in, will you?" he said with a soft chuckle, as if he’d caught the surprise in my eyes.

I climbed in, and he shut the door before circling the car and slipping into the driver’s seat. The inside of the car smelled new—leather and something warm and woody. My eyes scanned every inch. The seats were smooth and sleek, the dashboard clean and modern. Everything screamed luxury.

This wasn’t the same car he’d used to take me shopping earlier today.

I glanced at him, curious. "Is this your car?"

He kept his eyes on the road as he started the engine. "Yeah. My dad just sent it over this morning."

I blinked. "Just like that?"

He shrugged, not offering much. "It’s a gift."

I frowned and looked around again. "What’s the make?"

"Maybach," he replied, voice casual.

My eyes widened slightly, though I tried to hide it. A Maybach? Are you kidding me?

I didn’t say anything right away, just leaned back into the seat, trying not to let my jaw drop. I might be an omega, but I wasn’t clueless—that car was fucking expensive.

"So..." I muttered, keeping my voice neutral, "must be nice. Having a dad who sends cars around like gifts."

His fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel, but he didn’t respond.

Typical Callum.

Not cold exactly. Just... guarded. Distant.

We’d only just met yesterday, but I already knew he wasn’t the type who opened up easily.

The car hummed quietly as Callum pulled onto the main road, the engine smooth and barely audible. We’d gone a few blocks before he finally spoke, his voice low and unreadable.

"What’s your deal with Nathan?"

I turned my head slowly to look at him. "What do you mean?"

He kept his eyes on the road. "Were you two... dating or something?"

A short, bitter laugh slipped from my lips. "Dating? Me and Nathan? Never."

Callum glanced at me briefly, one brow lifted.

"He hates me," I said with a shrug, staring out the window. "Always has. He hates the fact that I’m an omega. I guess just existing pisses him off."

Callum frowned, clearly not happy with what he was about to say. "He acted like a jealous lover." ƒrēewebnovel.com

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