Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114: My Love Is Enough

Hailee’s POV

My whole body was on fire... no, not just in fire—it was burning from the inside out. Callum had fucked me like a beast in heat, and I honestly wondered if I would even be able to walk home.

"Hailee," he called my name gently, but I shook my head and slowly pulled away from his arms.

"I have to go, Callum... my mother is calling me," I whispered wearily. Slowly, I tugged myself away from his warm embrace and tried standing to my feet, but my vision blurred, and Callum quickly held me from falling.

"Please stay a little... you can’t go home like this." He sounded genuinely worried.

I frowned and gently took his hand away from me as I forced myself to stand on my own. With everything in me, I forced myself to stand steady while ignoring the burning ache between my thighs. I picked up my clothes scattered on the floor and began to put them on. I dressed as fast as I could, though my trembling hands made the simple task feel impossible. My fingers fumbled with the buttons. My legs still shook, my body still quivered from the aftershocks, but I refused to let him see me fall apart any more than I already had.

"Hailee..." his voice was softer now, almost pleading. I could feel his eyes on me—heavy, watching every movement, every breath. "Don’t walk away from this. From me."

I froze, my back still turned to him, my shirt half-buttoned. His words got to me, but I clenched my jaw and forced myself to keep moving. I slipped into my jeans, tugged them up, ignoring how my body ached at the motion.

Finally, I turned to him. He looked wrecked—hair messy, chest rising and falling hard, eyes burning like wildfire. The intensity there made my heart stutter, but I shoved the feeling down. I couldn’t let it sway me.

"I have to go; I’ll call you when I get home," I lied. I was never calling him. In fact, this might be the last time we would see each other. He stood then, taking one step toward me, and I instinctively moved back. The space between us felt too small, the air too thick.

His jaw tightened, and I saw the struggle in him—the beast inside fighting to drag me back, to keep me there. But he didn’t. He just stared at me, his pain evident in his eyes.

I swallowed and closed the distance, wrapping my arms around him in one last stolen moment. I buried my face against him, inhaling his scent like I could trap it inside me forever. His sigh was heavy as he pulled me tighter, holding me as though I could slip away at any moment. I shut my eyes, fighting the tears that threatened to give me away.

"Hailee," Callum breathed against my ear, "I love you. So, so much."

I swallowed hard but said nothing.

"And I don’t care if you don’t love me. My love is enough for both of us." he whispered, squeezing me tighter into his embrace.

I forced myself to pull back, though his arms resisted. My throat burned with words I couldn’t say, with feelings I didn’t dare confess. If I did, I’d never leave.

So instead, I gave him the smallest smile I could muster, then turned for the door.

Every step away from him felt like tearing pieces of myself apart, and though I didn’t look back, I knew his eyes were on me. Watching. Burning into me.

And as the door clicked shut behind me, I finally let the tears fall.

When I finally stepped out, my limbs felt weaker than before. I wrapped a towel around myself and padded back into my room, my wet hair dripping down my back. I had barely tugged on a clean shirt when a sudden bell echoed from downstairs.

My heart jumped.

I froze, every muscle tense. Who could that be? Mother wouldn’t ring...

Moving cautiously, I descended the stairs, my bare feet light against the wood. When I reached the hallway, I stopped at the corner, my breath caught in my throat.

Through the glass of the front door, I saw him.

Dane.

Standing there, shoulders tense, his expression unreadable, but his presence radiated something heavy and tense.

I gripped the railing tighter, my pulse hammering. My chest tightened as a thousand possibilities raced through me. Why was he here? How much did he know?

Slowly, almost unwillingly, I stepped toward the door.