Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149: Still Love Her

Nathan’s POV

It’s been two years. Two fucking years.

And still, I can’t get her out of my head.

Every night, her face comes back to me. Her voice. Her laugh. The way her eyes lit up when she looked at me, like I was the only man in the world. I should hate her. I told her I did. I told her never to call me again. I told her I wished I’d never met her.

But those words were lies, all of them. Because even now, when I close my eyes, all I see is her. All I feel is the hole she left behind.

She told me she was married. She told me she chose someone else. But no matter how many times I replay that call in my head, something doesn’t add up. She disappeared like smoke. No trace. No trail. And gods, I searched.

I tore through towns, packs, borders. I chased rumors, shadows, anything that could lead me to her. But it was like she had vanished from the face of the earth.

And it’s driving me insane.

Tonight, I snapped. Tonight, I decided I was done waiting, done starving myself of a female touch. Two years of torture, two years of pain—and not once had I let another woman close. Until now.

Tonight, I decided to feel the touch of a woman.

She was pretty. That was all I told myself as I brought her into my room. A distraction. Just that. Her dark hair fell over her shoulders, her lips curved in an eager smile. She kissed me quickly, hungrily, her hands moving against my chest as if she already owned me.

Her dress slipped to the floor. She climbed over me, pressing her mouth down to my throat, kissing lower, lower, until her fingers pulled at my belt.

I let her.

When she wrapped her lips around my cock, when her tongue moved, when her hands worked—I waited for it. The spark. The fire. The rush of desire I remembered so well.

But nothing came.

Nothing.

Her mouth moved, her tongue teased, her hands gripped my cock tighter. But all I felt was emptiness. Hollow. Cold. Wrong.

My jaw locked. My chest ached. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up, my voice sharp.

"Stop."

She froze, confusion flickering in her eyes. "Did I... do something wrong?"

I shook my head, dragging a hand over my face. "No. It’s not you."

She hesitated, her lips parting like she wanted to ask more. But I couldn’t stand the way she looked at me. Not when every flicker in her eyes only reminded me of Hailee’s.

"Just take the money and leave," I said.

Her face fell. She gathered her clothes silently, slipping out the door without another word.

The quiet hit hard. I leaned back on the bed, fists clenched, chest heaving.

Two years. Two years, and still no one else fit. No one else touched me the way she had. And maybe no one ever could. I told myself it was love, but sometimes it felt more like a curse—an addiction I couldn’t break, even if it destroyed me.

Suddenly a sharp knock broke through the quiet.

My head snapped toward the door, a growl already low in my throat. "What?"

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