Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241: Undress

Hailee’s POV

After Nathan ended the call, I sat there for a while, staring at the silent phone in my hand. My heart was still racing, partly from annoyance, partly from something else I didn’t want to name.

A few moments later, I sighed and picked up my new cell handset from the table. I’d only gotten it a few hours ago. Peter insisted I needed to "keep up with the times." For once, I was glad he did.

I scrolled through my contacts until I found Nathan’s name, then smiled faintly.

"I have a phone now," I texted quickly. "Let’s make this easier."

Almost instantly, a reply came back.

"Video or voice?"

I hesitated for a second, then typed:

"Video."

His response came with a single word.

"Brace yourself."

Before I could even roll my eyes, the call came through. I took a deep breath and accepted it.

The screen lit up, and there he was.

Nathan stood in what looked like a large open yard, sunlight spilling across his bare shoulders. His dark hair was slightly messy, his skin glistening faintly with sweat. Behind him, I could see the stretch of green fields—the private training grounds of the pack house.

He smiled when he saw me. "Well, look who finally joined the modern world."

I tried to keep my voice steady. "Don’t start."

He chuckled, the sound warm and rich. "You look good," he said easily. "Different."

I tilted my head, trying to hide my blush. "Is this supposed to impress me? Because you’re not even trying."

His grin deepened. "Hailee, you’re impressive whether I try or not."

That caught me off guard, and for a moment, I forgot how to respond. The way he said it—calm, certain, without a hint of teasing—made my stomach twist in the worst way.

I cleared my throat, pretending not to notice. "So what are you doing outside?"

"About to train," he said, adjusting the camera so I could see more of the open yard behind him. "My wolf’s been restless lately. Thought I’d let him out for a bit."

That made my breath catch slightly. I hadn’t seen his wolf form in years—not since we were teenagers. Even then, he’d been enormous—a jet-black wolf with eyes like molten silver. The memory alone was enough to make my pulse quicken.

"Do you..." he began, his voice lower now, "want to see him?"

I hesitated, but my curiosity won. "Yes," I said softly.

He nodded once, a faint smile curving his lips. "Alright, but don’t scream this time."

I scoffed, pretending to glare. "I was fourteen, Nathan."

"And you fainted."

"I tripped," I corrected quickly.

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