Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Why Is She Different

Callum’s POV

I didn’t know why I lied... but I just did.

I told Hailee I wanted to do some grocery shopping when, in truth, I had everything I needed in my small apartment. I wasn’t hungry. I wasn’t out of anything. I was just bored—and she came to mind. So I picked up the phone and called her. Just to hear her voice. Just to get her attention.

"So, you like her," my wolf teased.

I scoffed, ignoring him as I grabbed my car keys.

I left the apartment and drove off.

It was the weekend, and I was supposed to be home with my family. The drive back to my pack wasn’t long—just twenty minutes from the Full Moon Pack—but I didn’t feel like going. I didn’t miss the noise. I didn’t miss the constant activity.

Back home, the pack house was always crowded.

There was always someone around, always something going on. Training. Pack meetings. Patrol schedules. Someone needing help. Someone asking questions.

I couldn’t breathe there sometimes. Everyone expected me to be strong, to be constantly training. But here in this little apartment, I didn’t have to be anyone but myself.

And I liked this... but unfortunately, it wouldn’t last.

In less than a year, my life would hit a full reset. I’d return home, get fully involved in the pack, and start my final round of training as Alpha-to-be. After that, there would be no escape.

There were days I wished I wasn’t born into a royal bloodline. That I wasn’t the heir. That I was just a normal werewolf with no big expectations. No responsibilities. No spotlight.

Peace... that’s all I wanted sometimes. But peace is the one thing an Alpha doesn’t get. Not really.

Maybe that’s why I turned into what they call me now—a womanizer. I didn’t plan to be. But when girls kept throwing themselves at me, I didn’t push them away. They loved the title. The attention. They didn’t care about me, not really. They wanted the future Alpha. The name. The power.

But this Hailee... this omega, she was different.

She didn’t chase me. She didn’t care about who I was or what title I held. In fact, she acted like she barely noticed. She didn’t flirt, didn’t dress up for me, didn’t try to impress me.

And for some damn reason... that made me want to know her more.

I couldn’t explain it, but just meeting her yesterday, I felt there was something... different about her. Something unique. Something I couldn’t put into words.

But of course, I couldn’t tell her that. I had to keep up the image she’d probably already heard.

Callum, the womanizer.

Callum, the arrogant heir.

Callum, the rude future Alpha who didn’t take anything seriously.

I pulled up near the gates of Full Moon Pack and parked a short distance away, just far enough to not draw attention but close enough for her to see me.

I took out my phone and typed quickly.

"I’m outside. Come out."

Short and simple. No emojis. No overthinking. I tossed the phone into the passenger seat and leaned back.

The gates were quiet for a minute. Then I saw her.

She stepped out like she hadn’t just spent ten minutes deciding if she should come. Like this wasn’t some weird spontaneous meeting on a weekend. She walked with that same calm she always carried, like nothing in the world could shake her.

And damn—she looked... good.

She wasn’t wearing anything fancy. Just a fitted black top, some jeans, and sneakers. But she looked better than any girl I’d ever seen try to impress me in silk or red lipstick. Her hair was tied back, a few strands falling free, and there was no makeup on her face—at least not that I could see from here.

But she was beautiful. Effortlessly gorgeous. freewebnσvel.cøm

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