Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221: As One

Callum’s POV

Nathan and Peter were just seconds away from attacking each other when Hailee stepped between them. Her voice was shaky but strong enough to stop them.

"Please, stop!" she said. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Nathan’s fists were clenched, his wolf ready to break free. He looked ready to kill. And honestly, I didn’t blame him. I was boiling too; every word that came out of that Lycan King’s mouth was driving me insane.

But I knew better. Violence wouldn’t fix this. Not now.

"Nathan," I said firmly, stepping closer. "Violence, isn’t it."

He turned his glare on me, his chest rising and falling fast. For a second, I thought he’d ignore me, but then he looked at Hailee standing between them and slowly stepped back.

Peter smirked, his arms still crossed like he had all the control in the world. He gave a short scoff, shaking his head. "I honestly wonder what Hailee ever saw in you men," he said, his tone dripping with mockery.

"Peter, please," Hailee said softly, stepping closer to him. Her voice trembled, sounding tired and pleading. "Stop this... please."

For a moment, the Lycan King’s cold eyes stayed on us, daring anyone to speak. Then he exhaled slowly, his sharp glare softening only for her.

"Alright," he said quietly, his tone low but firm. "If that’s what you want."

He turned to her and added, "Let’s go, Hailee."

She hesitated, glancing at us one last time — and in her eyes, I saw everything. Pain. Regret. Fear. And maybe... love that still hadn’t died.

Without another word, she followed him out. Peter placed a protective hand at her back, guiding her through the door, and the moment it clicked shut behind them, the room fell into heavy silence.

None of us spoke for a while. The air felt thick, charged, like lightning had just struck and left the ground smoldering.

Nathan was pacing again, his jaw tight. Dane stood still, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. I just sat down heavily, rubbing my temples.

"That man..." Nathan growled finally. "He’s annoying."

Dane nodded slightly. "He’s not just annoying," he said quietly. "He’s powerful—maybe as powerful as us. And he has something we don’t."

I looked up. "More influence."

Dane met my gaze and gave a short nod. "Exactly. He has power beyond territory. If this goes to the Council, his word will weigh heavier than ours."

Nathan stopped pacing, his eyes dark and cold. "Then we can’t let it go that far."

I frowned. "And what do you suggest, Nathan? That we fight the Lycan King?"

He turned sharply toward me. "I’ll fight whoever I have to. I’m not losing my son—and I’m not losing Hailee."

His words hung in the air like a growl, raw and full of emotion.

Dane sighed, stepping forward. "We can’t keep being divided. That’s exactly what Peter wants. He’ll use our rivalry to tear us apart — and when he does, he’ll win custody and control of everything."

I leaned back, thinking it through. He was right. All this time, we’d been too busy fighting each other to see the real threat standing in front of us.

"We need to join forces," Dane continued, his voice firm. "For once, we stop acting like enemies and start acting like what we are—Alphas. United. That’s the only way we’ll stand a chance."

Nathan nodded slowly. "Then we fight together. Against Peter. Against the Council. Against anyone who tries to take them."

I looked at both of them—two men who had once been my rivals in everything, especially when it came to Hailee—and I realized something I didn’t want to admit.

It wasn’t just about the boys.

Nathan’s eyes burned with something more than fatherly instinct. And Dane... for all his calm, his jaw tightened every time Hailee’s name came up.

And me?

I wasn’t any different.

No matter how much I tried to bury it—the guilt, the anger, the years—nothing had changed. The truth hit me like a blade to the chest.

I still wanted her.

I still loved her.

Even now, after everything.

I looked toward the door where she had just left, my hands curling into fists. "Then it’s settled," I said quietly. "We fight together."

Dane nodded. Nathan grunted his agreement.

But deep inside, I knew—even if we stood together against Peter, none of us could ever truly stand together when it came to Hailee.

Because all three of us wanted her.

And only one of us would win.

Nathan and Dane left while I stood there for a moment, breathing deeply before turning and walking quietly toward the boys’ room. The door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open and stepped inside.

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