Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Her Decision

Callum’s POV

I never expected to see her walking my way.

Truth is, I came out here just to cool off. The party was loud, the lights too bright, the laughter too fake. None of it interested me.

I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, trying to clear my thoughts. I didn’t intend to find her out here—definitely didn’t expect her to spot me and start walking toward me.

With my gaze fixed on her, I noticed her steps were slow, unsure. Like her feet were moving before her mind caught up.

She looked... different. Not just because of the dress or the way the firelight danced in her eyes. No, it was something deeper. Something heavier.

Her shoulders were stiff. Her brows pinched like she was carrying something too big for her small frame.

I straightened up slightly but didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

When she finally reached me, she didn’t say anything right away. Neither did I.

The silence between us wasn’t awkward. It was full. Full of everything we hadn’t said. Full of what happened tonight... and what didn’t.

"You okay?" I asked quietly, even though I knew the answer already.

She gave a small nod. Too quick. Too forced. But I didn’t press.

I just watched her. And gods, it was hard not to touch her. Not to reach out and brush the hair from her face. Not to ask her why the hell she said yes to him.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I said the only thing I could manage without exploding.

"You look like you’ve had a long night."

She nodded and then looked up... her eyes holding mine.

"I’m sorry..." she apologized.

I swallowed hard... it was surprising how just a simple apology from her was already melting my anger... this girl had me wrapped around her fingers and she fucking had no idea about it.

I stepped closer, slowly, not touching her. Just closing the space.

But then I smelled it. Faint. But distinct. And instantly I knew it was Nathan’s.

My chest tightened. It wasn’t just his scent on her—it was fresh. Like it clung to her skin... like he’d been close. Real close. The kind of close I didn’t want to think about.

My eyes dropped to her lips—slightly swollen. My stomach flipped.

She was coming from the mansion. And now I knew why.

I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to stop the flash of heat that burned through me.

I shouldn’t be surprised. I shouldn’t even be mad.

But I was.

Because for a second, I let myself believe she might’ve come looking for me. That maybe, despite everything, she wanted me.

But I was wrong.

I looked at her, long and hard. And when I spoke, my voice was lower... rougher.

"You were with him."

Her eyes widened just slightly—enough to confirm it.

"I can smell him on you," I added, not to shame her... just to say the truth.

She didn’t deny it. Didn’t say a word.

And that silence? It said everything.

My chest rose and fell, tight with all the things I couldn’t say. All the things I wanted to say.

I could’ve asked what happened. I could’ve asked if he kissed her. Touched her. If she let him hold her the way I’d dreamed of holding her.

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