Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One-Chapter 46: More Complicated

Hailee’s POV

Nathan didn’t even wait a second before he drove off. I turned around, watching his car disappear into the dark. A part of me wished I could run up to him and tell him what I said wasn’t really what I meant. Yes, I have feelings for Callum, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings for him too. I have feelings for Callum just the same way I have feelings for Nathan. I felt terrible and imagined what he would be going through, but at least this is for the best.

Swallowing down my pain, I spun and walked toward Callum, who was leaning against his car. I reached him and stood in front of him, our eyes locking together.

"I noticed the post was taken down," he said quietly.

I nodded. "Someone did it."

Callum’s face tightened with guilt. "Nathan?" he asked, and I could hear the pain and frustration buried in his voice.

I didn’t respond to that. Callum let out a breath and looked at me carefully, worry etched on his face. "How are you?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"I don’t know."

He stepped closer and reached for my hand, but I stepped back. "You should please leave."

Callum froze at my words, his hand still half-raised in the air. His brows pulled together. "Hailee... what’s wrong?"

I shook my head slowly, my voice just a whisper. "I just need to be alone right now."

His frown deepened, confusion shadowing his features. "Is this because of the video? Shit like that happens, and believe me, within a week everyone will forget about it, and I’ll be with you through all this. There’s nothing wrong with two people who like each other making out..." he paused, searching my eyes. "Or is this about Nathan?"

"It’s because of everything," I murmured. "The video. The comments. The stares. You. Him. Me. I just... I need space to think."

Callum took a small step forward again. "I get that, I do. But Hailee... I can’t just walk away. Not after everything."

I looked up at him, frowning.

"I can’t stay away from you," he whispered desperately. "Not after what we’ve been through. Not after how I feel about you."

I swallowed the lump in my throat. A part of me wanted to give in... to let him hold me and make all of this disappear—but I couldn’t. Not now.

"Callum," I said quietly, "this isn’t about how you feel. It’s about how I feel. And right now... I’m a mess. I don’t even know what I want."

Callum’s lips parted like he was about to speak again, but the sound of a vehicle pulling up made both of us turn.

A sleek, black sports car came to a slow stop near the curb.

My heart skipped.

The engine shut off, and the door opened.

Dane stepped out.

Tall, quiet, and intimidating—his silver hair catching the last bit of light from the setting sun. His sharp eyes landed on me first... then shifted briefly to Callum. I felt a strange knot twist in my stomach.

He didn’t say anything at first. He just stood there, jaw tight, his expression unreadable.

Callum straightened beside me. "What’s he doing here?" he muttered under his breath.

Dane’s gaze returned to me.

"Can we talk?" he asked simply. His voice was low, calm—but firm.

Callum took a step forward. "No. Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something important?"

Dane ignored him completely, eyes still fixed on me. "Just a minute, Hailee."

I swallowed, my chest tightening. I didn’t have the energy for more confusion... but there was something in Dane’s eyes that made it difficult to look away.

I turned briefly to Callum. "It’s okay," I whispered. "Just a minute."

Callum looked pissed, but he didn’t argue. He stepped back, his frown deepening.

I walked toward Dane slowly, unsure of what to expect. He didn’t move until I was just a few steps away.

Then, quietly, he said, "I saw what they did to you. And I swear... if I ever find out who posted that video—"

"It’s already being handled," I cut in gently.

He paused, taking a breath. "That’s not why I’m here."

"Then why are you here?"

Dane looked down for a moment, then back up at me. For the first time, he looked... nervous.

"You changed something in me, Hailee," he admitted. "I didn’t expect it. I didn’t want it. But it’s there."

He looked away briefly, his jaw clenched.

"I spent most of my life hating people like you... hating what you are. But then I met you. And now I don’t even know who I am anymore."

I blinked at him, stunned.

He looked back at me with such raw honesty in his eyes, it made my heart ache. fгeewebnovёl.com

"I didn’t come here to make things harder for you," he said. "I just needed you to know that I really like you and I’m going to pursue you."

I stared at Dane, confused by his words.

Why does this have to get even more complicated?

I was trying to come out of the Callum and Nathan situation and now him.

Before I could even speak, a sharp buzz came from his pocket.

Dane groaned, clearly irritated, and pulled out his phone. His brows furrowed when he saw the screen. He sighed and answered. "Clara, what is it?"

I stood there, watching him, still trying to figure out how to reject him. But all of that vanished when I saw the color drain from his face. His entire expression changed. His eyes widened, and his lips slightly parted. His fingers gripped the phone tighter.

"What?" he whispered, then louder, "Wait—what?! Where is he now?!"

I felt my chest tighten, panic starting to creep in. "Dane... what’s wrong?"

He looked at me slowly, like it took effort to even form words.

"It’s Nathan," he said, voice trembling. "He... he got into an accident."

My heart dropped.

"What?" I breathed.

Dane nodded quickly, already turning toward his car. "Clara said he’s at the pack hospital. It’s bad."

He didn’t wait for more questions. He opened his door and jumped in.

I didn’t even think. I ran after him. "I’m coming with you," I said.

Dane didn’t argue; he just let me in.

Dane drove fast. The tires screeched as he turned corners, his hands gripping the wheel tight. The silence in the car was thick, but my mind was louder than ever. Nathan. Accident. Hospital. I kept replaying Dane’s words over and over again, praying this was all some sick misunderstanding.

But then... I saw it. And my soul left my body.

Nathan’s car.

Crushed.

Folded like paper around the front of a truck on the side of the road.

Glass shattered.

Metal twisted.

Blood on the windshield.

"No... no... NO!" I screamed, my hand flying to my mouth as tears poured down my face. "No, Nathan!"

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